I got a lot done today. I'm almost completely done packing. I got 4-5 days worth of clothing for me and the kids packed in one suitcase. Mailed my last letter to Eddie until after our trip. Got a letter back that couldn't be delivered. Funny, I sent about 50 other letters to the same exact address and they didn't have a problem making it there. Deposited the last payment that I've received for this round of ebay stuff I sold and mailed that out. Bought some last minute things for the easter baskets. Rotated the kids clothes from winter to summer and rearranged the clothes in storage. Did almost all of the laundry I had left to do (aprox 7 loads). I have about 3 more left. I even took the kids to pizza hut for lunch.

Whom said that Stay at Home moms don't do anything all day has no idea what we do in a day.

I tried to boil eggs today to dye but didn't realize they were about 20 days past their due date until they started popping open in the boiling water. The day absolutely flew by.

I think I have pms because I almost started crying several times today over things that normally wouldn't make me cry.

Someone that my mom knows is dying of cancer. She has probably 2 weeks left to live. Yesterday, when the priest came to her room to council her, he asked her if there was anything he could do for her. She asked the priest if he could marry her to her long term, live in boyfriend. He said of course he would and he married the couple on the spot.

Today, at the hospital where she is staying, where she used to be an executive, they threw her a wedding reception. They had the whole floor decorated in white balloons, brought food, even draped her in a white blanket so she could look like she was wearing a wedding dress. One woman even made her a veil.

During the festivities this woman asked my moms friend, the sister of the groom, if she was mad that she had married her brother. My mother's friend said that she couldn't be happier for her and her brother. Of all the things to think about during a celebration in your honor, when you have two weeks to live.

Tomorrow they are taking her home.

I am trying hard not to cry. Its amazing how little the average person appreciates about the little things. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by how fortunate I am when I hear stories like that woman.

When I was little, I think I was 8, an old woman in front of me in line, at the supermarket was trying to buy english muffins and bread. She didn't have enough money to purchase both so put one back and paid for what she could afford. I started to cry. My dad asked me what was wrong as we were walking out and I explained to him what had happened in line. He tried to comfort me by telling me that older women don't like to carry a lot of money around when they go out and that she probably would come back with more to make the purchase.

Good lord, if I continue thinking about this stuff I'll be slitting my wrists before sunrise. I am surely suffering from PMS :) Both my angels are sleeping and I am leaving for my trip in 3 days. I get to see Eddie in 5. I need to cheer myself up so I'm going to sign off now and waste time.

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Eddie called at 9pm. I arrived home at 9:15. Instead of telling him to call his mom's house...because I had told my dad that was where I would be...he told him that I didn't have my cell, talked to him for a little bit and nothing else.

DAMN IT!!!!

Hopefully he'll be able to call tomorrow.

Now, the good luck. I got both of my federal income tax returns today! I didn't think we'd have a comfortable spending cushion in the bank but now we have a $6700 cushion! Sometimes, being poor pays off. Thank you IRS.

I am super irritable. I'm not being nice to the boys. I need to snap the fuck out of it. I love these little squeakers.

2 days until we leave, 4 till I see Eddie