But first I must get up at the horrible hour of 5 (yeah, did you know 5 happens twice a day? Me neither!) and cage all of my children into the car that is packed so full that you’d think we’re driving to Montana instead of Galveston (which is, consequently, in the same state we live in).
I have packed, sorted, cleaned, checked, double checked and triple checked. Then loaded some more.
Now I am going to bed. Whatever I forgot we’ll just have to live without. I’m not too worried about it. We’ll pass a minimum of 10 or 250 Wal-Marts between here and there; we can always buy something if we need it.
So things will be quiet here on the Hilltop for a week. Have a good spring break!
Sand and sun, here I come!