There can be what feels like so many damn things to do and what do I end up doing?

Nothing. Almost like I get paralyzed with an inability to move, to accomplish. Does this happen to you?

Granted, I have already done a lot. I’ve even cleaned out the inside of my car, yes, because I’m just that psycho and who wants to come home to a dirty car?  But the other things on my to do list? Yep. Don’t feel like doing a single one of them.

Why do laundry when I could snuggle up and nap with Murph? Or go outside, freeze my ass off, and walk?

Tonight I am in blissful denial. It is all about yoga and relaxation. Tomorrow can be for packing and laundry and those other boring details.

And Tuesday will come, we’ll get on the flight and I’ll breathe that sigh of relief, feeling my entire body relax. Ready for all France has.