I’m afraid the next four weeks are going to be a blur, and right now I’m regretting putting things off until the summer.
Tomorrow is the Type-A Conference. Obviously, I couldn’t control the date, and I didn’t have (much of) an issue with the change in dates (from September to June.) But we leave Friday for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday, and return on Sunday. (Don’t get any ideas about trying to break into our house. My mom will be here….finishing up the paint job in the baby’s room.)
We turn around and do it again next week when we leave to go out of town for a baby shower. It’s a holiday weekend, so I do get Monday off, but we’ll be traveling that day. And the week after that is another baby shower (though that’s in town, so not as bad, but I’m exhausted.) The weekend after that is our two-day intensive classes on baby stuff.
We are booked solid for four weekends. Let me state for the record that the weekend of July 23 must be plan-free for me. Doing nothing at all.
Until then, I’ll be around, but probably not at home.