But because between Sunday and Monday I spent eight and a half hours in the emergency room with Jr, I didn't even have time to make a list. (Oh, I didn't tell you about the three hours on Monday, when we finally got a diagnosis of - you guessed - tonsillitis? At eleven thirty at night? Silly me.)
So here's the list of things I didn't do:
I didn't make a list.
I didn't check through the fridge to make sure we weren't going to be attacked by rotten food when we come home.
I didn't write a few blog posts in advance.
I didn't finish some copyediting work I was meant to do for a friend. (UPDATE: I DID!)
I didn't finish making Miss' happy birthday cake - which will be awesome, by the way. You will marvel.
I didn't make a list.
I mentioned that last one already, I know. But I'm feeling a little anxious about it. And we're leaving in an hour.
Zoom, zoom.
Good thing there's plenty of Terry Pratchett on the iPods for the ten hour drive.
