T-minus 5 hours

Well we are on the final countdown. Yesterday I had only a slight meltdown, which is pretty typical every time we leave town. I was supposed to have a party which I had to reschedule so I could go to dinner with my parents and brother. However, our washing machine broke a few days ago so we had to buy a new one and we were waiting for the delivery. Of course, our delivery time was 5:30pm-9:30pm. I wasn't packed, still had to go to store, so I missed dinner with my family. I had a crying fit because I sent the kids off with papaw, thinking I would be seeing them again last night to say goodbye.

Luckily, we decided to go have lunch with them before we go, which made me feel worlds better. I can't leave my babies without the proper goodbye. :)

 These are pics of my bedroom last night, in the packing stages. What's clean, what's dirty? What's going and what's staying. I think I finally gave up and threw pretty much everything in the suitcase.

 Screw it. It's all going.

I am not sure. But I think Cate knows we are leaving her again. She is not having it. Do you think this might be her way of saying, "I AM GOING WITH YOU!"

Next time you here from me, I think we will be in Paris.
Kym