Ever do something that seemed like a good idea at the time, and the next morning you sort of can’t believe it? Surely I’m not the only one.

Last night, my parents offered me some frequent flyer miles if Catie & I wanted to fly to Mississippi. My cousin hasn’t passed away yet, but since she now has pneumonia and isn’t conscious, we’re thinking it’ll be sometime in the next day or so. But more than that, I was thinking that since we’re going to be moving out of this house and then going into a holding pattern for at least a week, it might be less stressful for Catie if I could take advantage of the Mimi & Pop-Pop Distraction Factor.

So, we’re flying to Mississippi on Wednesday, and we’re coming back next Tuesday (the 15th). I fully expect that we’ll be attending a funeral sometime in there, but regardless, it’ll be good to keep Catie from getting all frazzled about the move.

Of course, now that I’ve booked the trip, it’s starting to sink in that I’m going to be leaving town two days before we move, and I’m making a mental list of all the things that still need to be done, and how I’m essentially dumping the entire move on Dave’s lap. So besides the moving worries, I have a nice Bad Wife guilt complex on top of it (even though Dave says he’s totally fine with us going, and in fact encouraged me to take the trip). My stomach is in knots. I haaaate this.

But hey, if you happen to live in the greater Jackson area and want to hang out later this week, drop me an email at poobou76 -at- yahoo -dot- com.

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