Yesterday I cleaned out my car. Got all the trash and excess toys out, gave it a quick vacuum and wiped out some of the dust. It's not spectacular, but it's better.
Today I'm going to be packing. Ben requires about a zillion outfits, diapers and snacks. I just need a change of clothes and a toothbrush.
The dog sitter (aka Jake) is lined up to stay at the house and keep the dogs from destryoing it. (Easier said than done).
Tomorrow morning the three of us are hitting the road and driving up for a visit to Papa and Nana on the island. Nice!
We don't get up there as often as we'd like. It's a long drive with an almost-two-year-old. It also requires the stars to align properly with me not working, us not having plans, and finding someone to dog sit. But Don and I agreed we needed to get out of town this weekend, so away we go!
There is only one fatal flaw to this plan. The library is closed today, so I won't be bringing a new book with me. WHO CLOSES A LIBRARY ON A FRIDAY???? Ugh. I'm pleading with my husband to go to the Portland library for me today, but I have a feeling he won't have time. I suppose I could always spend my extra time writing while I'm up there. Perhaps I could get a belated start on National Novel Writing Month? Maybe.....or maybe I could just borrow a book from my stepmother...that sounds like a better plan to me.
So watch out Islesboro, I'm on my way up for the weekend, and I don't have a book with me.