You hadn't heard?
Yes, we are taking the ENTIRE clan (and my parents are coming too!) to Mazatlan Mexico for a glorious 5 nights and six days. And I am excited.
But today, I am on day three of my husband in MBA class (all freakin' weekend), and need to pack for all five of us (laundry, digging through summer clothes, more laundry), including organizing Passports, as well as managing to bring two liquid, more than 4oz medicines with me on board. That is not something I can chance being lost in checked luggage.
All of that by myself. Yeah, that isn't exactly new.
I have a lot accomplished, but have yet to put together all of the info for the pet/house sitter, go shopping for the last minute things (like sunscreen for the 80 degree weather), make a visual schedule for the trip (for Matt and Gabe) and a social story about how we should/should not act on the plane and at the resort. Not much, right?
And in the meantime, taking care of the kids, the house and regular schedule.
This afternoon while I was doing homework with Gabriel, he lost his ever-loving mind over being interrupted during counting by Matthew. He can't handle it. And I am taking him on plane--technically 2 different planes with no tolerance for frustration. We have to change planes in LA. Ah, hello waiting in line.
After settling down, Gabe begins a voluntary "how high can I count by 10s" game. He gets to 900ish when he gets interrupted by Nicholas. But he can't handle it.
He goes ballistic. I walk to the kitchen because I need to get the banana bread baked. You may think this has nothing to do with leaving for Mexico, but really, I swear it does. I have to get rid of the food that will go bad while we are gone, and the bananas are already virtually rotten. So I. Must. Make. Banana. Bread.
As Gabe screams, cries, blames me, blames Nick and otherwise flips out because no one can seem to remember what number he is on, Nick steps in.
"I think you were at 900." He says.
"You do?" Gabe asks surprisingly lucid all of a sudden.
"900 and 10, 900 and ... 20, 900 and .... 30 ... " he starts up again.
Nick saved the day.
And Gabe gets to 1000 where and wants to write down his accomplishment.
"How do you write 1000?" he asks.
"1, then zero, then zero, and another zero." Nick says.
"Really? 3 zeros?" Gabe asks.
"Yes, like that." Nick says.
And saves the day again.
The pisser here is that Nick can't do laundry or pack. I mean if he could drive he could at least follow a list (that he actually wrote for me) and get my shopping done. And to think some people don't want their kids to drive....OK, mabye I am in that boat too with Gabe...
And, to make things worse, I am spending my time blogging. LOL I guess I should go get something done.
I did order pizza. I mean, they are going to get fed. That is a bonus, right?
Well my goal is to post again before I leave, but truthfully, who knows.
So for everyone out there, Adios!