I absolutely hate the weekend before Superman goes on a camp out. I feel like I'm trying to scramble to fit in as much fun family time as possible while he tries to not use his feet. I realize about halfway through a day of dragging him around what he needs and what I want are two totally different things and that I'm the one that needs to make the compromise. I really do love and miss that man while he's gone.
I want 3 cookies, a bag of skittles and a coke.
Tomorrow is Day 1 of the Ultimate Kindergarten adventure for Miss E, she's now getting excited and so am I! I do not think I will cry, but then again I'm a weird crier.