I’m in full on “How in the heck do I get all this stuff to Africa” mode.  Yes, yes I am.  My nerves have kicked it up a notch too.  I’m nervous about traveling alone and I’m nervous about strategically packing everything and it arriving.  I feel like once I land and all my bags are in hand, I will be able to breath easier.  My personal stuff isn’t the issue…it’s the paint and paint brushes and bubble wands and pencils and frisbees and beads and craft kits and markers and PB crackers and raisins and matchbox cars and solar lanterns and the list goes on and on.  I just so badly want all of it to make it…and in excellent condition.  So so badly.  Can God himself just load my bags?  Is that too much to ask?

One of my SIL’s pointed out she likes the box labeled “heavy”.  Me too.  Bring on the overage charges.  I ain’t scared.  I just want it all to arrive.  I personally love the giant fake spider I didn’t notice until after taking the picture.  Which now the kids hide around the house and it continues to scare the bejesus out of me.  For reals.  Not kidding.

I’m anxious to see how the week is going to play out.  Anyone else have a nerve wracking/really hopeful week their dreading/anticipating?  Could a week be more emotionally conflicting?  Ha.  It seems to be just how life rolls on out.

I had fully amped up the weekend in my mind and then our plans went to crap.  Anyone else?  Amon got sick and Josh and I both realized this was the first time he’d been sick since his surgery.  He rocked a high fever and lots of crying and sleeping.  It was pitiful.  We had to miss out on some fun plans because we didn’t want to expose all our peeps to whatever he had.  I don’t like making responsible adult decisions.  Can’t we all just share the germs and have fun?!?!  Although I did take him on a “necessities only” Target and Joanns run while Josh and the big kids were at church Sunday.  I publicly apologize to all of you who were doing your shopping that day.  We may have exposed you to some sort of germ and your ears may have bled from Amon’s shrill, ear piercing screaming down the aisles.  He was ticked and unhappy and not feeling his best.

We did get to celebrate my birthday a smidge on Saturday…an entire week early.  Donuts and bacon?  Yes.  Absolutely yes.  Josh Kelley you have my heart forever.

Other than the tish of fun we had randomly here and there, we stayed home.  We split up some and took turns hanging with Amon.  And I continued to stress and pack and make lists and cross things off and remake those lists again.  #ocd #don’twanttoforgetanything

And that really wrapped our weekend up.  Crossing my fingers Amon is top notch today.  This momma has major stuff to accomplish this week.  No where on any of my lists does it say “sick kid”…didn’t he get the memo.  We’ve gotta kick this sickness in the teeth.  Come on Ace, let’s do this.  Monday is here and Friday is one day closer.