Cora's been throwing up all day.

How did I not see this coming?

Alas, I've no time right now for such luxuries as blogging - too busy packing.

And when I say packing, I mean everything BUT packing:

Laundry
Printing maps (grown-up maps this time)
Charging the camera(s)
Sorting snacks for the car
Persuading Cora not to pack fifteen books

That sort of thing. Not sure when I'll get to the packing, to be honest.

Wish me luck.

I’m in the midst of preparing for our trip next week and the house is starting to look a bit like the Container Store ran into a Children’s Place and exploded. The dining room is turning into Central Control, and I’ve got stacks and stacks of projects started. I’ve found the plastic tub that fits EXACTLY between the girls’ seats and the seat in front of them, and have begun filling these tubs with snack food, first aid kits, and more. I have zip-loc bags labeled “Chargers” to collect our large handful of cell phone, iPod, and camera chargers; zip-loc bags labeled “car chargers” for almost the same thing; and notebooks with my master plan written out in twelve easy-to-read pages.

And then there’s my laminator.

Continuing on the theme I started with Cora’s home-grown Ballet Camp a couple weeks ago – the theme, that is, of mommy-wants-to-work-her-tail-off-and-entertain-you-without-you-having-to-get-out-there-and-learn-how-to-interact-with-new-people – we had another camp last Friday:

Art Camp.

Yes, I could do ballet camp because it’s my former profession, and no, I have absolutely no art training (or, let’s face it, talent) BUT I do have an ace-in-the-hole: the girls’ Aunt Nikkie is a professional, people-pay-her-to-teach-their-kids art teacher. So I begged, and she kindly said yes, and I got to work.