And We're Off

Well, tomorrow afternoon the three of us (oh, and my in-laws) will be on a 12-hour flight to Hawaii.

Am I a horrible person for not wanting to go? I am just terrified of this trip -- and I feel like a spoiled brat. I am just NOT looking forward to the many hours trying to deal with B. (who is not a good traveler, to say the least) and then arriving only to spend the next 3 days of our 10-day trip getting him on a new time schedule. Let's just say that if you could look into my little Google search window you'd see the phrase "how long does it take children's benadryl to work???"

Not to mention that Scott suddenly discovered he's teaching this summer, we're still desperately trying to get into contract on the new house we're (hopefully) buying, the gazillion pounds of paperwork apparently necessary for me to begin my residency, and several other stressors affecting Scott's family...

Let's just hope that the next post you see is a photo of me in my new coconut bra on a surfboard and not another rant about how stressed I am. Off to finish packing...