and I’m okay with that. 

I started this post four days ago and only got that first line done.  All I was going to do was rant about how much I hate the mall, so you are spared my complaining.  Seriously, though, the whole experience (I took Nathan to get a new ipod shuffle since his finally quit working after sometimes working after going through the wash) was so painful and headache-inducing that I cannot comprehend why people enjoy going there.  Ick.

I’m leaving for Texas in a couple of hours.  My cousin is getting married.  She’s much younger than I am; I clearly remember her as a tiny baby, so I am feeling a little old.  Of course, I am not nearly ready to go.  Nathan woke up before 7 today and we played Mancala until it was time to get ready for school.  Back with photos later.  I HATE flying, so I’m going to go breathe into a paper bag for a little while.

Edited to add:  My friend just picked up the girls, and instead of jumping up and down with happiness at the beginning of my five day break, I CRIED.  I guess I do love them.