Holy Sheet. In 48 hours, I will be sipping a mai tai on a beach. (Barring any delays, and if I decide to go with a mai tai over something non-alcoholic.)

Between now and then I have a list of things to accomplish. It isn't too long of a list, considering. I simply have to do

EVERYTHING.

Excuse me while I commence flailing and flapping and high pitched screaming. Because that is the rational thing to do at this point, I'm sure of it.

I have to shop for groceries and last minute essentials.
I have to finish the laundry.
I have to pack.
I have to clean the house top to bottom (go on, laugh. I'm already verging on hysteria over this little bullet point. I might just curl up in the closet with my review copy of A Perfect Mess and reassure myself that messy=genius.)
I have to make sure that the kids have all the valentines they need for tomorrow, complete with proper spellings of some creative names.
I have to make a classroom snack for the V-day festivities in my daughter's class.
I have to get all of our emergency paperwork together just in case.

Oh, gee. I could go on and on and on. But then I'd be blogging instead of preparing to wing my way away from the kids and husband for four glorious days.

Aaaaargh!

I'll be back Tuesday with thrilling tales of escape from flowing lava, featuring me in a coconut shell bra and grass skirt. And perhaps some fire dancing. We'll just have to play it by ear.