Six, pick up sticks…

Today was a day of organization.

It started heavy on the anxiety, and ended with chocolate cupcakes. Suffice it to say, when a woman experiences anxiety, a little chocolate can be a very good thing.

Laundry, planning, packing, phone calls, heavy sighs, tunnel vision, Toy Story, many heart-to-heart conversations with my mother, yet another trip to the bike shop and voila! Bedtime and still the floors aren't mopped.

But all my worries slide to the side as my 3-year old has me rocking out to her "Row Row Row Your Boat" bongo drum-version. Things will be fine. The chaffing will subside in due time. My arse will grow back. It always does. And numb feet-- who needs to feel feet anyway?

Six days.

Gulp.