Headless Chicken

22 Nov

That is what I feel like right now. A headless chicken running hither and thither until it collapses. At least I’m an organized chicken, right? I have four separate lists of things needing to be packed for each person.

And oh my goodness is there a lot of stuff. Packing for a three week trip for two littles AND myself is a little crazy. Trying to fit it all into one carryon and one suitcase is a lot crazy.

I’m really hoping that Miles learns to love his carseat tomorrow during the three hour drive to the airport and that Ella can sit peacefully for five hours on the plane. I know, that’s crazy talk. But a girl can hope, right?


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