Our bags are packed, the housesitter is prepped and in a few short hours we are headed south for a few days of fun at the lake, a huge family birthday bash and some serious seafood eating.
I can’t wait. I’m revved up like a kid at Christmas.
But unlike a kid at Christmas, today I had to do all the work that comes before such an awesome experience.
The packing, the shopping, the cleaning…ugh.
Monkey stomped about behind me all morning, chanting, “I help! I help!” as I threw clothes into bags and sorted what toiletries to take.
He “helped” make the beds with fresh linens. He “helped” fold the clothes into neat piles so they’d fit into suitcases. He “helped” put away all the clutter throughout the house.
And of course by “helped” I mean, “undid everything I did with a ornery albeit dimply grin.”
So of course it took twice as long, but he was happy and felt important so I count it as a successful day.
In the midst of all the “helping,” we had to run to town to pick up the bagels my housesitter loves and to visit the bank. I wasn’t keen on bringing Monkey into a crowded restaurant during lunch hour, so I dropped him off at a friend’s house on the way for a mini play date.
When I picked him up a short time later, he was flushed and happy. He did not want to leave, but after a bit of coaxing I got him to the door. He waved as we went down the steps, all “Bye! Bye! See you next time! Bye!”
I got him buckled into his carseat and could see he was getting a little droopy, but we still had another errand to run. I prayed for no “I’m missing my nap” meltdowns and scooted off to the bank.
While I was taking care of my banking, Monkey began to squawk. Quietly, petulantly at first, then letting out cries that sounded like someone was tickling a toucan.
Bank lady to the rescue, y’all! She sent me that manna from the vacuum-tube heavens – the sucker.
We barely made it to the stop light down the road before someone lulled himself into high-fructose-corn-syrup nirvana. Eyes rolled back in his head, lashes fluttering, blue drool staining his shirt, he slept.
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