I'm actually getting a little panicky.
In just a few short days I'll be hustling two kids - with two car seats because that's how we roll - onto a plane. Hoping desperately that scheduling the flight during nap time was a good idea instead of the world's stupidest one.
And the day before that, I'm going to be hustling myself along with two kids back and forth from home to performance venue and back multiple times for dress rehearsals and then that night, the show.
Along with all the prep those things entail I also have work - hello, lower middle class life - and plenty of guilt with which to garnish it. Yesterday's bluejay issue is keeping the kiddies indoors at daycare so now I need to make getting out into the sunshine a priority, too.
To say I'm "a little busy" would be the understatement of the summer.
Thank God for friends like the one who generously called me up out of the blue to invite P. and Bo over for a drop-off playdate so I can work or pack or run around in circles for a couple of hours. A little help is always appreciated!