I'm supposed to be getting his clothing packed.
I should be cooking something fabulous and nutritious for dinner.
But I'm sitting here, listening to Littlest One snort, squeak and squawk on the floor. Capt and DG are "watching" Cinderella.
I'm a bit nervous...OK...actually I'm freaked out about being truly alone with all 3 kids for a week.
I know I'm not alone per se as we've got neighbors and my folks who will be around to help out should I need it.
I'm freaked out that I'm going to lose it with all 3 kids and NO assistance mentally...no break. I'm on all week, I can't check out for a bit of time...
I know I'll be fine. I do...I'm just sort of frustrated that I'm the packing for his trip...
It'll be ok - in the meantime, I'm going to turn on my iron, and then feed Littlest One some more dinner.