I pile everything we could possibly want to take to China in to the baby room. Then I sort through everything and make up packing plans -- suitcase 1 is food and bathing supplies, suitcase 2 is baby and Perrin, and suitcase 3 is for Neal and I. Next I start to group like things in gallon size Ziploc bags and suck the extra air out with a straw. I have no idea what is up with me and the Ziploc bags, but I probably have about 45 strewn around the room. They make sense when packing wet items, but I am not sure that each shirt needs its own bag. Vacuum sealed socks -- fresh from the suitcase.
Perrin wanders around the house shrieking, "I'M BORED!!!" while managing to mess up any room that we have already cleaned.
Neal comes up with mysterious errands that he needs to leave the house to accomplish. Refill printer ink at Office Max was one trip. Fix watch band was another. Head in to work to file expense report. Each trip is separate and usually preceded by Perrin shrieking and my stomping. I can't say that I blame him.
We had a wonderful break this evening by going for Xmas Eve Thai food with family. But, we leave tomorrow night and I get a pit in my stomach just thinking about it. I think I need to go find my straws and suck some more air.
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