Lucky, why? Here’s why:
Until I lost two of my FAVORITE pair of shoes in the space of three days, I thought that I’d write about how terribly depressed I am. But the spontaneous shoe combustion (okay, not combustion, per se, but an explosion of sorts) has trumped that because, really, those are SHOES, people. And they are RUINED. *sigh*
You know I will attempt to fix them. There could even be a cobbler involved, if I can put my hands on one.
So, this is exciting: I bought air-e-o-plane tickets to Texas. For me. And nobody else. I’m going to visit family all. by. my. self. (happy dance) For five days. Which, really, makes me very nervous about my kids needing me and having me gone for so long and even more nervous that they won’t need me at all. Remember, this is the first time in ten years that I haven’t had a baby under three years old totally dependent on me. I love it, but I’m definitely still acclimating.
I’m going to fly into Houston Thursday (thus missing Sophie’s last day of preschool, ever, because I’m a bad mother), spend one night at my dad’s, and then we will drive up to Dallas (north of Dallas, really) to visit my grandmothers. Monday I’ll fly home out of Dallas. The scary plane dreams have already begun.
More excitement: Sophie turns five on Saturday.