We’re leaving to go to my parents’ house in the morning; I’m still not packed.  Which means that the kids aren’t packed either because NO WAY am I leaving them in charge of their own suitcases.  This afternoon, Charlie decided to gather up some clothes to take with him this week, and wound up with two pair of underwear. Total.  For FIVE DAYS.

And Henry would take shorts and t-shirts if it were up to him. You know, to New Mexico, where it’s cold.

Wade is on his own, however, which means I’m looking forward to a week of him announcing, “I brought ALL THE WRONG CLOTHES.”

Woo fun!

So far, the sum total of my efforts to get ready to travel are this: I located our flight information, and I had a manicure.  We leave at 11:00 am and my nails look great.

I had lunch with Whoorl today; we were still making plans while I was at the nail salon.  We were texting, and at one point she said, “Call me — you probably can’t text with wet nails.”  When I saw her later, I completely forgot to tell her that I had been texting with her while my hands were covered in paraffin and wrapped in plastic bags.

I am multitalented, you all.  Also I have priorities: nails, lunch, packing.  Oh wait still haven’t done the packing.  Eh, whatever.

Sarah and I wore the same outfit to lunch — matching J. Crew pea coats, turtlenecks, skinny jeans tucked into boots.  We made D take our picture, standing by a pine tree outside Saturn Grill.  Sarah said, “It’s like those high school year book photos!”

We’re so cool.

We set up our Wii today, the one that Wade’s parents gave the boys for Christmas.  We also hooked up the Wii Fit they gave me (thank you, Bob and Eileen!!!).  Henry insisted that my Mii be named “Mom,” which seemed kind of charming until I did the fit analysis thing for the Wii Fit and the damn thing kept calling me MOM.  And then it asked me if I had trouble walking without tripping, because apparently my balance is poor.  And THEN it told me that while I weigh less than I thought I did, my Wii Fit age is 45.

FORTY FIVE!  Holy hell.  Clearly it didn’t see me in my skinny jeans today.

My bed is piled with clothes, mine and the kids, all of which have to go in a suitcase sometime in the next twelve hours.  That’s a lot of time, though — I think I’ll sit here and admire my nails for a little longer.