I hate feeling rushed. I like to plan (for the most part) and I don't like leaving things to the utmost last minute, which is why last night was horrible.
After picking the boy up from school (7:30 p.m.), I was starving and I had to pick up a birthday gift for my sister, so we went to the mall. Two bird- one stone.
I managed to get Kershni's gift at the first store I went into. Then off the Cajun Cafe for a cheap and quick dinner.
By the time we came home it was 9 p.m.. Then I had to cut the boy's hair and afterwards I had to start packing. Then we had to do inventory of everything that needed to be taken to Miami for the wedding, since this would be our only chance.
We were finally done by 11 p.m. Then the boy had to start writing his paper on HIV and I started to clean the apartment. (I hate travelling and then coming home to a dirty place.)
At 11:45 p.m., after all was settled down, I relaxed and watched the last 45 minutes that I managed to record of So You Think You Can Dance.
I headed to bed a little after midnight and was awaken by the boy around 2 a.m. when he came to bed (he finally finished his paper!) Somehow I managed to get back to sleep around 2:30/45. And I was back up at 6:45.
Now I am wrapping stuff up at work and then heading out after lunch to pack the rest of teh car up and begin the 8 1/2 hr. drive to Homestead. Fun.
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