Five more sleeps.

I’m terrified. In five more days we leave for our week long vacation. Only it might not *Just* be a week. it might be ten days. Or five days. Or maybe Eight days? Nine? Who really knows, eh?

And for me, someone who is in heaven with lists and plans and back up plans and lists for teh back up plans plan B, this is HELL.

My life. My house, is a fulfillment house, when every minute of my day is planned. I wake up at this time and sleep at that time. Breakfast at this time, shopping at this time. Unfortunately, our vacation will be more “Fly by the seat of your pants” than planned.

Of course we have a list of things we would liek to do and see, the zoo, the amusement park, the hot springs, etc, but we haven’t chosen a specific day each activity will happen.

At least we will not get lost, my in laws are sending their GPS unit with us!