I'm mostly packed, and B has started loading the car for tomorrow's trip to the beach. I'm making lists of the few little things that need to be done before we walk out - re-set the AC controls, take out the trash, run the dishwasher, leave a key for the housesitter, etc.
Usually, when we go on a trip, I'm the most organized packer. I make lists of what needs to be taken and carefully make piles of clothes and socks and underpants for the kids. This trip, however, I'm not doing that. My give-a-damn got up and went, and I don't care whether the kids have enough underwear. The house we're staying in has a washer and dryer; if the kids need clean clothes, I can run a load of wash.
My goal is to get everything and everyone in the car with as little stress as possible, and so far things are going well - mostly because the big three aren't here. They're spending the night at B's dad's house, which means they're not underfoot while B and I are packing and loading the car.
With any luck this year's trip will be better than last year's. Campbell's a whole year older and has turned into a water baby. Keep your fingers crossed that he actually likes the beach and the sand.
See you in a week.