Tomorrow is our last full day in the US. I keep running that idea around in my head, trying to figure out how it feels. I had such good intentions this morning-- get the laundry done, pack everything we don't need for the next day and a half, put the boy down for a nap, haul out the laptop, and let my fingers sort it all out. Put into print everything we've been doing so that I could neatly separate the activity from the feelings and figure out an honest answer for all the incredulous faces.

It was 10am before I gave up on finding quarters in our luggage and headed down to the lobby for change. It was another half hour before we shuffled our bags of clothes into the laundry room only to discover that I had two boxes of softener and a box of dryer sheets but no detergent. Soft and fragrant does not equal clean in my book and so it was back to the room (drop off the dirties), back to the lobby (trade softener for detergent), back to the room (pick up the dirties), back to the laundry room (sort the clothes, fill the tub, realize the time, shove the carefully sorted piles all into the same washer), and then back to the room for lunch. Put the boy down for a nap, back to the laundry room (oops, forgot the dryer sheets), back to the room, put the boy back down for a nap, back to the laundry room ($#!t, lost a quarter), back to the room, put the boy back down for a nap, return to laundry (guess what? the dryer starts without quarters!), back to the room, put the boy back down for a nap, wash the dishes, argue with the boy about why a nap is important, pack up some un-necessities, back to the laundry room, fold the dry stuff, throw the dampies back in (so that's where that quarter went to!), back to the room, give up on the nap, pack the folded clothes, race with the boy down the hall to the laundry room, fold the rest of the (basically) dry clothes, race back to the room, fix a snack, pack, quick trip to the lobby for a change of scene, answer my cell phone and discover hey! it's 5:00 and Josh is in the room trying to figure out where the hell we are and what do we want to do for dinner?

It's 10:58 pm, CST. Tomorrow is our last full day in the US. I keep running that idea around in my head, trying to figure out how it feels.

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