So close, so close and yet so far...
The lyrics to Frankie Valli's My Eyes Adored You have been drifting through my head all day. The trip is soooo close. I can feel myself settling down in the passenger seat, pulling out of the driveway.
But not just yet.
We leave tomorrow afternoon. The car is clean. (Thanks to Ron. You're the best!) Snacks are packed. The cooler has been muscled from the storage room. The mail has been stopped. Pet instructions have been given. The remnants of food in our refrigerator are being eaten. (Last night we had leftover baked potatoes shredded into hash browns with eggs.) The to-do list is basically done.
But there is still another night to go. And tomorrow during the day. It's excruciating, the waiting. I don't want to start any new projects (although there is plenty to do around here). I was thinking about taking the boys to our local beach, but I also don't want to have to deal with sandy feet when the car is oh-so-clean.
Tomorrow will be all about last-minute details. The boys desperately need haircuts. Clean out the litter boxes and the rabbit hutch one last time. Pack the car. Don't forget toothbrushes!
I wish we could just get up and leave tomorrow morning, but Ron's working. (The poor guy!) We decided rather than to wait until Saturday, we'd head out Friday and get a couple hours head start. It's a good plan, but, oh, the waiting!
Now I've got Tom Petty stuck in my head.
The waaaaaiting is the hardest parrrrt...
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