I'm Leaving On a Jet Plane

I'm having to fight the urge to run to the nearest store, buy a bag of those cute Christmas-y green and red M&M's, and then lay in bed all day eating them and re-reading UnDomestic Goddess by Sophia Kinsella. I definitely don't need the jumbo bag of Emmy Em's (has my Jaybir calls them) and since phase I of our trip begins tomorrow, I reeeeeally don't need to do any laying around.

As of right now, I have suitcases, clothes, bras, shoes, you-name-it strewn all over my bedroom. I'm trying to pack for a week in Arkansas. Followed by a week in California/ Vegas. Followed by a few more days in Arkansas. Not to mention I also have to pack for two little boys (and all of us will be in three different places for five days of this excursion). Oh, and I STILL need to go shopping less I end up parading in the raw through LAX. I don't think anyone would appreciate that. Victoria Beckham I am not.

I can't believe the trip is right here on us! We're leaving tomorrow night and the boys and I will spend a few days at my Mom's place. Then one week from now, hubs and I will board a plane and be on our way . . . to my first vacation in four years! It's much needed. I plane to doze off as soon as my ass hits the plane seat. It will be the first time in six months that I've been able to sleep without someone waking me up to feed them, change them, take them to the potty . . . or without a grown man trying to have sex with me (he can't do that on the plane, yo! And I have no desire to join the Mile High Club. No tank ya veddy much). I'll sleep all the way to Denver, wake up enough to change planes, and then sleep again all the way to LA. Holla! 'Cause once I get there . . . won't be much sleeping at all.

I am going to eat my first In-and-Out burger and I'm going to dine at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. And when we go out in Hollywood next Saturday night, I will probably drink my weight in appletinis. And guess what? I'm not even gonna think about the scale!