Like everybody else in America, I have a lot to do.  Some wrapping, some cleaning, some laundry, and some packing, trying to get ready for our trek to Utah this week.  I have no idea how we are going to get Christmas AND 10 days worth of clothes for 4 people into 3 little ‘ol suitcases.  Maybe we’ll all just wear the same thing, over and over and over. That would make laundry fun, wouldn’t it?

I was lamenting our situation to my husband, who calmly said, ‘You know, I bet you’ll spend more time whining and stressing and blogging about this than actually getting anything done.  I’m just throwing out a suggestion here, but if you actually start on all of these things that are stressing you out, instead of curling up in a fetal position for 2 days, moaning and rocking on the bed, you might be less stressed on the day we are supposed to leave.”

Men.  They don’t understand anything.