Tomorrow is the day.
I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now about the upcoming events. I'm nervous. I'm scared. I'm anxious. I think Little Man is also starting to feel that the change is coming. Not only did he talk and scream and play and walk around in his bed instead of taking a nap today, he's acting like he just ate a double fudge chocolate cake with M&M's on top and ice cream.
And then on top of everything, I'm sitting here with a sore foot from a wart removal procedure yesterday and a bruised, swollen ring finger from slamming it in the truck door. Fortunately, I caught more of the tip of the finger but it still hurts like a mother f$%^er.
Put that together with a big baby moving around inside trying to get comfortable (don't get too comfortable kid), I'm just not in the mood for anything right now.
So, I'm going to go scrapbook and hopefully get my mind off of everything. Then somehow try and relax before tomorrow.
Wish me luck.