I hate packing for trips. I can never decide whether to go the kitchen sink rout or the take only what's necessary rout. So, I've procrastinated worse than usual, and am still not done getting ready for Soph's first long vacation. It's also her first trip on an airplane, so there's a bit of anxiety there, too.
Exciting plans for our stay include a trip to Chuck E. Cheese, the zoo, and many other kid friendly attractions. I just hope I can squeeze in a cocktail or two without pissing off my mother. What's that you say? I'm 30? Well, fuck you.
So--we drive to Vegas in the morning--6:30 p.m. to be precise. The flight leaves at 10ish, and arrives in ABQ, well, sometime. My mom has the tickets, so I don't exactly know.
Someone remind my husband to water my flowers and return the movies--kay? (Kiss Kiss Bang Bang was fun fun. Nanny McPhee was too, although Colin never so much as jumped in a pond or loosened his sweaty cravat. Drat.)
Today's best thing about being a mom:
No specifics today. I just love my girl.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Took her to the beauty college for a trim today. The girl totally butchered Sophie's hair. It was bad. So I hurried to my salon (that I go to twice a year) to have someone fix it. Friends, it is SHORT. Way short. Too short. But--I guess it will grow. Sigh.