I am in the process of trying to think of the million little things that I should do before Brishen and I leave for New York City in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow.
My fear is that I will get a text in the middle of a Broadway production asking me if there is any more toilet paper in the house.
Yes, a million little things like that. I am the only one who can find things around here, and I have to change that in the next 12 hours. And Jon's at work. And I have a few kids to take care of and laundry and packing and little boy haircuts and cleaning and menus and grocery lists and shopping and, you know, blogging.
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