Gentle readers, I may not survive the next few days of last minute trip planning.
It’s only Sunday and the phone rings off the hook, people won’t mail or bring me their essential documents, youthworks has a list of things I need to do that’s about 20 pages long, no one likes the rules, the packing list, the dress code (none of which are mine), and I have one girl who still lacks her birth certificate. I’m not 100 per cent over whatever I had last week, we still don’t have a place to stay next Friday night in Toronto, and I’m worrying way too much about the border crossing.
Other things I’m worrying about: The vehicles, their drivers, whether or not someone will be mugged, whether or not it’s okay for kids to go in groups without an adult at the mall, the kids’ behavior, whether or not all of the luggage will fit, whether or not I’ll be good at driving in Toronto…also, I had a dream that one of the churches that is going–and volunteered their 15 passenger bus–traded their mini-bus in for a charter bus. Charter buses are not allowed. So now I’m having irrational worries, too.
why, Why, WHY did I say I would plan this trip?
Okay, I know why.