We should have left on the Great Wedding Trip this morning, but obviously we haven't because if we had, I wouldn't be blogging right now. I should be finishing the packing and cleaning so that we can leave, but instead I've taken time out to talk to all of my cyber-buddies.
Aren't you special.
I'm not just procrastinating. We can't leave yet. We've hit a few glitches that we're trying to iron out. Like the fact that the van quit running Saturday night. It's a little hard to drive almost 20 hours when you have no vehicle. And I absolutely refuse to make the trip with Indiana, all five boys and the dog in the pickup truck. I'm obstinate that way.
Don't know what's wrong with the van, but we're hoping to hear from the mechanic today that it can be fixed easily and cheaply. Feel free to join in on our fervent prayers. They'd be much appreciated.
Also, the person who was going to come feed our cats while we're gone bailed on me last night about 11:00. I would be upset except it was a family emergency. So now I'm scrambling to find someone else who would love to may daily treks overs here to take care of Dex and Drizzle. And, no, I'm not taking the cats too. The dog is one pet too many for this trip.
And I keep getting grandma comments from people. What is up with that? I'm going to become a mother-in-law, folks, that's all. Yes, I'm aware of what comes next--I've been-there-done-that a few (okay, six) times, remember?--but it doesn't mean it has to come IMMEDIATELY next. Or anytime soon. Let's not rush things, shall we?
It doesn't help that I'm getting the comments from people not much younger than me. While at a graduation party Saturday, one woman was holding her two-month old nephew. Someone asked if it made her want another. Than the questioner turned to me and said something about "we" (including me) were just waiting for grandchildren. I didn't point it out, but I happen to be two years younger than the aunt, thank you very much!
I hate packing. And yet, it's got to be done before we get on the road. So I've got to go finish in the hopes that we will soon get a call from the mechanic that our van is road-worthy.
Instead of packing, I think I'll go color my hair. Maybe that will take care of the grandma comments for a while. Probably not, but it might help me feel better.
When we get back from this trip, I'm going to need a vacation.