At least that's what it feels like.
I am going on a trip with my little boy. And just the packing alone about did me in. It takes me forever just to get out the door for a trip to the grocery store with him, so you can imagine how long it took to pack and make sure I had everything I might need for a week away.
I hope the flight goes well. I will pray for no delays, no big spit ups or blow outs, and hopefully my fellow passengers won't regret sitting next to me. It looks like it's a full flight. My hubby is staying home, so it is just me and the little one.
Wish me luck.
We will have a fun time. My little guy will get to meet more of my siblings, cousins, aunts/uncles, and one more set of grandparents. We are looking forward to it.