Oh the hysteria. We are all running around like chickens with our heads cut off as we (well, I) try to pack the boys things, my things, the cooler, run to the store, dye my hair, and write a post before we take off for an extended weekend up north. It is hubby's birthday today and it has become a tradition to make the three hour trek to the cabin every year on his birthday weekend. I love it when I'm up there. But I certainly don't like this part.
Without a computer present I know I will be able to be in the moment with the boys, soak in the sun, do a little fishing, swing on the porch swing drinking tea, and read the remaining two books I picked up from the library. I'm counting on this being a fabulous weekend. Which is a dangerous thing, really. It always seems that when I think we will all have a wonderful time, it ends up being dreadful. And when my expectations are extremely low we ended up having the best time ever. I guess we'll just wait and see.