leaving on a jet plane

I wish we really were leaving on a freakin' jet plane. No... we have to DRIVE. To Florida. DRIVE!!! Thankfully, it will be in a new car. Courtesy of my generous and loving Dad. New car does not remedy "Are we there yet?" or "How much longer?" or when we respond with a total time for the day's travel, "Well how long have we been in the car so far, then?" Rather clever little girl.

I made an "I Spy" for the road, for which Eliza will tally how many of each item she sees. It includes such items as NY license plates, the letter Z, deer, rabbits... I wonder if she'll count roadkill deer and rabbits...

Since we are leaving in exactly one week... [EXACTLY. Except maybe not. Maybe 8 days. Damn moving companies and their estimates.] ....my friend Cristi planned a little surprise dinner at Indian Oven, which even Jessica got to come up for. Our friends Christine and Steve also planned a get-together at their family's cabin in Bear Lake. My friends kick ass. Bear Lake was kick ass. Seriously. Lots of ass kicking. Lots of margaritas. Lots of lake. Lots of love and laughter.

Since we are leaving in exactly one week... I am stressed out of my mind!!! The margaritas helped loads. Thanks Christine! The stress is back, however. I am not only ripping Brigitta's child away from her, I am tearing Eliza away from her Real Mom. I am starting a Master's program I could utterly and completely fail. I am putting all of our lives in the hands of... wait a sec. that's not right. I am destroying everything in one leap for mankind. That's not right either. WHAT AM I DOING?