Within the last few days golf balls have relocated to my throat and a low-grade fever keeps creeping in and out of my weary body. Suitcases sprawl across the guest room bed and floor waiting to be packed. The sink is full of dishes. Twenty emails need to be written. Fifty-seven loads of laundry need to be washed, hung, folded, and put away. The house needs a good once-over… toothbrush-style. My hard drive is in desperate need of a back-up. My neck and back aches and my head throbs. Twelve thank you notes are waiting to be sent. The fridge needs to be cleared out. And on. And on. And on.
And it all needs to be resolved in the next two days.
Because I am going on a much needed, much anticipated holiday with my family.
No doubt we will get on that plane. It’s Sydney or bust and then onwards to the Home of the Brave.
Things might be “ready”. Or not.
I might be “well”. Or not.
Life might be completely in “order”. Or not.
But come rain or shine we will board that plane on Saturday morning without looking back.
We will load up our gear and stuff the overhead compartments full… and then collapse into those tiny little seats and let out big, relieved sighes as we look at each other and smile the smiles of those that are on…
Oh dear God, thank you for a chance to rest. Soon.
But for now, I need to get back to my fifty-seven loads of laundry.
And just because my boy is cute (and I know you love him), I’ll leave you with these:
Dear friends, it’s Thursday here. My countdown is ON. What are you counting down for these days?
10, 9, 8, 7…
adriel booker | the mommyhood memos | 2010
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