Countdown.

It's a miracle, but it seems that we finally have all of our travel arrangements made. What a royal mess this entire expierence has been! I am not sure what's worse, the not knowing when everything was going to be sorted, or the ulcers that I have as a result. But I guess I can lean back and breathe a sigh of relief now -- but can I really?

My to do list is killing me. It seems like every time I get a handle on things, I think of 12 more things that I hadn't put on the list prior. Stupid things, like the fact that I should buy Maddie and Charlotte some yoga pants for the flight.

I know that everything will work out for the best. I know it will.
But right now I just kind of want to curl up and cry.