We’re off to visit the grandparents tomorrow morning. It’s an eight-hour drive (or so — before we had kids it was a five-hour drive; now, you just never know). I’m already panicking, despite the fact that I’ve packed pretty much everything in the house. Because when you’ve been trapped in the car for four hours, and your wailing child says she will only calm down if someone can produce her Polly Pocket doll right now, you better as hell be able to produce it, or else one of you is going out the window. I don’t even care which.

Anyway, we’ll be away for almost a week and after that I think I’ll need a few days to recover, preferably with a giant Singapore Sling in my hand. And a big glass of red wine as a chaser in the other.

So I’ll probably be a little quiet. Or a little slurry.

Either way…I’ll catch y’all up next week. See you then!