I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight because tomorrow we fly out to Disneyland and my world is filled with not’s. I am not packed. I have not printed out the Disneyland mega-touring strategy. I have not had a pedicure. I have not lost the 20 pounds I was hoping to shed by this time. I have not decided whether to bring Nathan’s huge stroller so we can store drinks or throw a blanket over the canopy so he can take a nap. We did hire a housesitter to stay here, feed the cats, and make sure our TV is working properly. Because I will lose it if I get home and cannot watch the new season of Project Runway.
Yesterday, I had to take Nathan to the doctor because his cold has not gone away and I didn’t want to be stuck in Disneyland with a sick child. It turns out I will have a sick child because Nathan has the beginnings of an ear infection and that’s just freaking great since we will be ON A PLANE WITH STABBING AIR PRESSURE. So we will be flying out of Seattle with a layover in the earth’s throbbing hemorrhoid and then off to Los Angeles! And tangent alert! When I was 15, I flew into LAX for the first time and before I left Saipan, my sister told me to go to the places of the airport like the bathroom because that’s where people get discovered! And you know what, I beelined for the LAX bathroom and no one gave a shit. Well, not about me. Not one person noticed my stringy hair, bad skin or lack of moral turpitude. Hollywood, you are cruel.
I’m just hoping that Nathan makes it through without too much pain. I’m sure he’s going to enjoy it and run himself so ragged that he will climb onto my lap and fall promptly asleep.