And Lo, the Weekend Cometh

Come 4:00 this afternoon, the shackle around my ankle magically unlocks and I begin my much needed and, much anticipated, vacation. Can I get a hallelujah!

Now, the actual travel portion of the vacation won’t begin until Tuesday but; I’ve got a lot of stuff to get done between now and then. Like, say laundry. Because, unlike my children; my preferred wardrobe for travel actually includes clean clothing. I know! What a concept!

Speaking of travel; I would love to say that we are headed for the tropics or to a lovely seaside village in Italy but, no. We are headed to Mayberry for my 20th High School reunion. And, by we; I mean the children and myself since Hugh has to work until Friday at which point he will join us at my parent’s house.

I actually don’t mind making the two-and-a-half-hour drive without him since it gives me an opportunity to bond with the children and, by bonding, I mean slapping headphones on them as they watch movies on the DVD player so I can play my music way too loudly while singing, also way too loudly. And, you know, badly.

I’m looking forward to the trip for a number of reasons. For one, I get to see one of my college roomies and her family. Also, time spent with my parents is always enjoyable. And, while I leave secure in the knowledge that Operation Hottie by July was a spectacular failure; I also have the satisfaction of knowing that Starbucks and Krispie Kreme can claim higher earnings for this quarter.

I’m sure they know they have me to thank for that, by the way (also: must remember to buy stock in Starbucks and Krispie Kreme).

My reunion should be a blast or, at the very least will provide gossip fodder for me to write about for at least a week.

I’m sure you all thank me for that too, by the way.

Of course, were it not for the reunion, I totally would go to some aforementioned tropical island or to a fabulous Italian village. Unfortunately, I would have to do so without the Man-Cub as only Hugh, The Girl and I are in possession of official documentation that would enable us to actually get back into the country following our glorious vacation. The Man-Cub’s passport appears to be lost somewhere in the fantabulous clusterfuck that is the United States passport system and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't becoming the slightest bit anxious about that fact.

The Cub isn’t the least bit concerned however; last night, I teased him about the possibility that he might be left home alone while his sister, father and I jetted off to some exotic locale and he shrugged his shoulders and reminded me to buy Oreos before I left. Oh, and if it wasn’t too much trouble, could I put fresh batteries in the TV remote? Great, thanks.

I’m sure he was hurting. On the inside.