Today is Friday, and it's a good thing it is. Any other day with the next few days ahead of us would freak me out to the point of serious procrastination. Not that I'm procrastinating by blogging right now.
Tomorrow is Northern Neighbors Day. It's the air show that the base puts on once a year and is open to the public and Canadians. I love the yearly air show because it conjurs found memories of my dad taking us to air shows as young children. AND Danny has been voluntold to help out there for several hours.
Tomorrow is also our temple day where we drive two hours to the closest LDS temple. On the day before temple day I vacuum out the van, stock the diaper bag, put the playpen and DVD players in the van, and make sandwiches and prepare drink bottles for the drive.
Tomorrow is also Saturday. On Saturdays I bake two loaves of bread. Eight slices of one loaf is for the congregation's sacrament and then the rest of that loaf and the other loaf is for our family for the coming week. But this Sunday we won't be attending our ward (LDS congregation) because we will be driving 8 hours to a clinic in Minnesota to the nearest pediatric ophthalmologist for appointments for Pookie and Ham. So, tomorrow I have to bake the bread and drop it off at another ward-member's home so they can take it to church on Sunday.
The most stressful part of all is hoping we did the authorizations right for our appointments so we don't find out a month from now that we owe $1000. Oh, and there's the hope that our lemon of a van makes it to Minnesota and back without incident.
Now if you'll just excuse me for the next week, I'm going to be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. But I promise to do at least 40 sit-ups a day while I'm gone.