Tomorrow we fly across this fine country to the land of snow and airport delays. We'll spend about 6 hours (hopefully only that) crammed into airline seats, and then another 4 hours (hopefully only that) driving across snow covered highways and dirt roads to our final destination in Nowheresville, Vermont. Oh, holiday travel, you make me feel like a giddy school girl. Pinch me.
Speaking of giddy school girls, Daisy's school is closed for winter break, so today while I "worked" she had a play-date here at our house with two of her chums. The three of them spent the day doing whatever the hell it is that amuses eight year-old girls. I shuddered at the thought of having to make lunch and then clean-up after them, so I suggested we all walk to the local taqueria for burritos and whatnot.
I was amazed at how long it took those three to actually get out the door. Between the group-peeing, the whispered plans, and the distractions of every molecule ("Oh let's count THOSE protons!) between my daughter's room and the front door, it was an epic battle to actually leave the house. It was, as I mentioned to my boss via IM during the the epic, like herding cats.
Ever since that Superbowl commercial a few years ago, the phrase "herding cats" has been a bit hackneyed, so I felt a little cheesy using it. However, after we got home, the girls played outside for a bit while I tried to get some work done. I poked my head out the door often to make sure they were doing alright. At one point, I was surprised (although I shouldn't have been) to find that one of the girls had lodged herself up a tree and was unable to get back down.
Totally like herding cats.
I'll post from Nowheresville when I can.