Its almost 2:30 a.m. I am packing for the 3rd flight in 7 days. This one with 2 children and an au pair. And I am expected to coordinate travel plans for three other relatives coming to meet us from two other cities. And drive the 7 of us in a van tomorrow. And my flight leaves at 9:30 a.m. I may need to start drinking heavily. Like now.
I might be totally insane.
If I don't get a chance to post for a few days, bear with me. The family burden looms large. If I don't post by mid-next week, you'll know I'm in the asylum.
Pictures still to come from Vegas . . .
Have I told you all how much fun I had? And how I didn't feel insane last week?