The girls and I leave Wednesday and will be gone for two and a half . . almost three weeks. We promised this trip to the girls last fall to ease the pain of leaving New Jersey. Plus, it's the pits that we moved away from the east coast the year we got to colonial times and the Revolutionary War in history.
So, this week we're visiting sites in Philadelphia (Independence Hall, Franklin Court, Betsy Ross House, maybe the Constitution Center) and staying with two different friends. The next week we're driving up to Massachusetts (Boston, Plymouth Plantation, and Old Sturbridge Village), then back to Jersey to stay with another friend. Then two friends join us to drive down to Virginia (Williamsburg, Yorktown, and Jamestown). We'll pick up a friend in Delaware on the way back for birthday parties (the girls will turn 9 and 13 while we're gone) and a couple more nights with another friend before we leave on Monday, the 4th.
I'm exhausted just thinking about it all.
And excited. Don't get me wrong -- it will be great to see everyone again. I've been excited for a few weeks now (the girls have been excited since we left New Jersey in October). But this weekend, I got hit in the face with all the little details and it's a bit overwhelming. Plus, I'm not sleeping well again, and after a weekend of Keith's family here . . . I'm a vegetable. Just sitting on the couch, surfing the web, writing a blog, occasionally getting up to get sheets out of the dryer. I feel like I'm braindead.
But three days from now, I'll be driving to Voorhees from Philly in all that traffic -- and I darn well better wake up then!
I don't know how much I'll blog while we're gone . . . I'm hoping to write once in a while, but if you don't hear from me until May, you'll know why. I shall return . . .