two week count down

In two weeks I'll be snoozing on a plain to Paris.

Wow. It totally sucks to be me.

Interesting side comment: almost all the working moms I've met say, "how in the world did you pull that off?" I've promised to send a warm thought their way at the end of each day.

In the meantime, will the family die without me? Hopefully not. ( my cunning strategy )