... no time to think.
This week and next week are Mommy Camp, i.e. I must entertain three children for about eleven hours a day. (If I do not entertain them, they start hitting each other. No, I cannot prevent it; there are three of them and only one of me.)
So far we have done: bike riding practice, baking lessons, summer reading, Nerf playtime with friends, lots of walking, juneberry foraging, and, tomorrow, strawberry picking. This week there are tennis lessons. Also, we have been to Walmart four times in four days. Don't even ask.
In ten days the spouse and I leave for Australia. So far I have Zenmoo's invaluable travel advice (thank you!!!), a travel charger thing, and a pile of random garments and bags and stuff.
I have indulged in a frenzy of online shopping, by which I mean I have bought things we don't
urgently need, such as two rain jackets that don't leak (the last one was from a dumpster at Snooty U, circa 2004; it has had a long life for a free jacket), and two pairs of hiking pants (jeans dry with exceeding slowness). Considering that the spouse has just received two grants and a large lump-sum payment... it's probably fine. I just have this nagging guilt/worry about spending money on anything.
