Getting Ready

Sorry about the sneeze earlier but motivated by the sudden realization that we're leaving town this week I had to go run some errands. The search for a kicky skirt will resume tomorrow.

Oh, so much to do when you leave town: cleaning out the fridge so it doesn't reek when you return, likewise the laundry basket. Setting up the bills that have to be pungled while we're gone (love that online banking). Planning a travel wardrobe that covers all the bases for 3 people while all fitting into one suitcase. (We did it when we went to Europe, I'm sure we can manage for Chicago). Making sure there's tinned food in the house for The Cat. Programming Jon's cell number into my phone. Busy busy busy.

So while I was out running around The Child called. A friend invited her to go swimming and she asked if she could do that instead of going to her Mother's Helper gig. Of course I said 'no' and of course she was mad, but the kind of mad where you know it was silly to ask in the first place but worth a shot anyway. Work ethic, baby.

And speaking of work ethics, I've got more to do so do it I shall. (Like get the ladder out so I can find my faux alligator red pleather capris for the 4th of July party).