Ends of trips are always the worst.

I have to take the kid away from all three of his grandparents -- he seems to love them more and more with each day we spend here.

I have to load up the current revision of "our stuff" so that it's all acceptable to the airline -- and despite promising ourselves again and again that we'd go home with less than we brought, it just never happens.

Tried to make plans to see some friends while we're all in the same general vicinity; no luck, as kids schedules (and let's be honest, my own inability to plan more than two hours into the future) strike again.


Home will be nice. I just have to get serious about getting rid of a major volume of junk in the next few weeks, as we're less than a year from a big move ... I'm not a naturally neat person, I'm generally a clutterbug and packrat. But we've reached the point where the clutter is even getting on MY nerves and that takes some doing.

And I have to be on a plane before 7am tomorrow, which just isn't natural. wish me luck...