Oy.

Last night, my parents and older sister pulled up in front of my house in an RV, loaded up seventeen bags, including the entire summer wardrobes of my two oldest children, roller skates, bikes, frisbees, a thousand plastic dinosaurs, and assorted other essentials for a three night camping trip.

I'm down to one kid for the next two and a half days. Yahoo!

I did the sensible thing, and immediately scoured my house for some booze to help celebrate. Nothing. I had nothing. Oh, wait! There lurking in the back of my fridge, is a bottle of some sort of sparkling wine, history unknown.

I popped that sucker open and poured a nice big glass. I asked my husband if he would like a glass, and he declined. Well, shoot. Now I've got an open bottle of sparkling wine, and only one person to drink it.

I sipped the first glass while my two year old played in the bath. She fell asleep shortly after, and I poured a second glass. I settled down on the couch with the husband to watch Ocean's Eleven, and I may have added some wine to my half empty glass, I think, maybe. I was Very Mellow. And a little silly.

This morning I woke up with my eyebrows levitating and a deep booming bass pounding in my ears. What is the deal with that? I don't recall stopping at two drinks at BlogHer, and there was no headache, no levitating eyebrows. Was it the Heavenly Bed? I may never know for sure.

Anyway, one kid! Two whole days and one half day! I've got big plans to clean and organize and sort and maybe just chill out. I have to be realistic - one two-and-a-half-year old is still a creature with needs and demands, often intricate and inflexible. But I am hanging onto my high hopes for these next few days.

I received my giant order from Gymboree yesterday with all the school clothes I've ordered for the kids - several outfits apiece from clearance. I have to get them all unpackaged and ready to go. I also have to get rid of the nine-thousand items that don't fit anymore. I also need to get rid of all the extra shoes we have. We must have seven-hundred pairs of shoes floating around the house, and I cannot ever seem to get motivated to do anything about it.

Thinking about it hurts. My throbbing temples are chastising me right now. Must go hydrate and whimper. I'm getting too old for this crap.