Vacation = Less than 24 Hours Away!
Okay, so vacation is literally at my finger tips.
Oh what the heck, I could even go now if I wanted to -
But I’m not.
Instead, I am going to finish packing tomorrow, shave, go to work for three hours, come home, finish packing again, and then I am going to drive for three hours straight to Brownsburg in Indiana. Then my family will pick up the rest of the 11 Hour drive.
I also had a weird experience today:
I swear to God that my mother told me yesterday that grandma called (we are visiting her, too) and said that she would give up her bed for us, but mom shot her down and said “No” because grandma is extremely old and therefore her saying she would sleep on the floor in a cot - Well, it wasn’t a good idea. Plus, my mother said we would REFUSE to kick her out of her bed - when she needs it most.
Anyways, Today -
I came out of the bathroom and my entire family (except for me, naturally) was sitting in the living room, seeming to be having a fairly interesting conversation. Being the curious little one I was, I stepped in and sat quietly on the couch, trying to absorb this conversation. Apparently mom had just gotten off the phone with grandma, and I assumed that had had yet another discussion about the bed problem. My brother kindly relays everything to me (we are both sitting on the same couch anyways), and the conversation went a little like this:
Me: “Well, didn’t mom tell us this yesterday anyways?”
Brother: “Nooo…Why would she? Didn’t she just get off the phone…MOM!”
Me: “No, she told me this yesterday, I swear it on my grave!”
Brother: “MOM!!!”
Mom: “What?!”
Brother: “Didn’t you just get off the phone with grandma?”
Mom: “Yeah what — Oh yeah Jillian — we were just discussing the bed issue and grandma was apparently -”
Me: “Brainstorming. Yeah, you told me this yesterday…”
Mom: “Well, I couldn’t have because I just had this conversation with her right now while you were in the bathroom.”
Me: “I swear to you you told me this yesterday!”
At this point I’m racking my brains, and all I could come up with was a small fragment of a moment where mom was telling me the entire story about the phone call and stuff like that.
Me: “Maybe I was dreaming or something…”
Now my brother looks over at me with wide eyes, and dad starts singing - under his breath - the Twilight Theme Song. (You know: “Dooo do do do. Dooo do do do.”)
Weird.
Anyways, so yeah tomorrow we are going on vacation and I’m driving for “The First Leg” (as my parents call it still) of the trip.
Well, I better be going to bed if I plan on waking up even remotely early enough to actually start to finish packing (Did that make sense?) and maybe treat myself to some breakfast (At Burger King). :-)