Husband decided last night that we are going to Erie today. I sighed heavily and gathered my file folders together, because even though his office is closed on Monday for the Canada Day holiday, I still have six articles due on the 15th. (Why are they all due the same day and WHY didn't I at least pretend to give myself alternate deadlines?)
I booked a suite at HomeWood Suites because when you have more than 2 children, you must either force eldest child to sleep on roll-away and cause a fire hazard, or get a suite. I think I deserve it. Honestly, the less whining, the better.
So anyway, am packing and such while the husband is at office tidying up his desk and retrieving the 4 million messages he gets a day. I sent off my revised article last night, so at least that is out of the way.
Does anyone know why my house has so much sand all over the tile floors? It's like walking in the Sahara in the kitchen. Yick.
Will think of you all while I'm eating out, and shopping. Must hit Tarjay in hopes of finding cutesy products that I don't need. I'm making the husband go directly to B & N so I can pick up new books to read in hotel.
Au revoir, mes cheries. Have a lovely time without me.