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Tomorrow is the Great Roadtrip. I love road trips, I really do. What I hate is preparing for them. I got home from work this evening and began a marathon of laundry washing. Got the kids fed and then otherwise-wonderful husband invited the kids to get busy and start packing themselves. Since then, it has been for me a steady unraveling into maternal hysteria. I have merely taken a break from the chaos to share my angst with the cyberworld. Ah-h-h-h-h. I can feel the decompression.
I have the added internal pressure of wanting very badly to complete chapter 6 of the SMK project tonight. I figure after the kids are in bed and the laundry is spinning, I can get that wonderful idea I have cooking set down in print. In the meantime, I have fussy kids and a talky husband and a true need for some kind of mild sedative. Absolutely nothing with caffeine! I might implode.
I have the added internal pressure of wanting very badly to complete chapter 6 of the SMK project tonight. I figure after the kids are in bed and the laundry is spinning, I can get that wonderful idea I have cooking set down in print. In the meantime, I have fussy kids and a talky husband and a true need for some kind of mild sedative. Absolutely nothing with caffeine! I might implode.
