Somewhere in the early days of 2008 Tom and I thought it would be great to schedule a vacation because we hadn’t left town as a family unit since last June. So the last week in April? Sounds perfect!
What we hadn’t considered was the complete exhaustion which would consume our bodies by then after having celebrated 80% of our family birthdays in less than three months, attempting to make each one special and unique.
So at 8pm the night before our trip to Florida? Not one thing has been packed in a suitcase.
I think the exhaustion may have completely cured my OCD, since I’m just randomly flinging things in the general direction of a suitcase.