I Don’t Know Why I’m Here

Don’t worry, I’m not getting all existential on all y’all.  I’m not navel gazing or pondering the meaning of my exisitence.  I know exactly why I’m Here: To keep my children from killing each other.

What I’m actually wondering is why I’m here, at the computer.  I’ve got a to-do list that’s really long and some of it needed to be done last week, a good portion needs to be done by tomorrow and in 9 days we’re all going to Disney World.

Yes, indeed we did go on a Disney Cruise just last year.  And uh, yeah, Disneyland the year before that.  Almost 2 years to the day that we’re leaving for this trip.  What?  Obsess over the Mouse much? Why do you ask?

And in between now and then, I have a million things to do.

Like finish my article on Martinmas and the one on planning for year round school for the Homeschool Classroom.

Prep for the lantern project I foolishly said I’d teach the day before we leave.

Make sure my Brownie co-leader and my substitute are prepared for the meeting while I’m gone.  Oh yeah, and I should probably tell my substitute that she’s subbing for me. (Hi Tami!)

Figure out which MWR (Morale, Welfare and Recreation office) to buy the Disney tickets at.

Wrap Boo’s birthday presents.  I accidentally sent him to deliver clean sheets to the guest room where his birthday presents are “hiding.”  Probably in plain view, once you enter the room.  Of course the Boy can’t find the nose on his face, so chances are he didn’t see the presents.  Oh well.

We’ll be carving pumpkins at some point, too.

And there’s the Cub Scout pack meeting, in costume, tonight.

At least Boo’s birthday cake is finished and I remembered to order Bip some more pants from Land’s End with my free shipping coupon.

Actually, I do know what I’m doing here.  I’m hoping that list takes care of itself.

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