Ugh!

Other than packing and doing the taxes I am almost there. Of course, the two really important ones are not done. Go figure!

Ms. 8 is in bed in tears. She's doing the night before "I'm going to miss you" emotional upheaval thingee. She's good. She has a way of grabbing my heart and squeezing it until it's bruised. The sad thing is that this is just a precursor to what is to come in the morning. Nothing like closing the door to a hysterical sobbing mess.

Gotta love being a travelling Mom!