And Away They Go . . .

It is 11 PM, I have lost my voice, my two youngest children are hacking and sniffling in their beds, and I am exhausted from having an extra child here all day (long story), but we are packed.

I always promise myself that I will get up extra early to finish any packing that needs to be done, but the never happens. Ever. And Rob is a punctual man. That's all I'll say about that.

We have left a list of things for my brother to check on while we are away, and I think I'll take some Tylenol PM and lapse into a coma.

Watch your back North Carolina, The HomeFront is coming to town.