We’re going to Aruba in a week and a half with the in-laws. Yes, I’m excited about going to Aruba… not quite as excited about spending 8 solid days with my in-laws but I’d rather be in Aruba with them than here in the cold without them.
Lane is going down with them, two days before we go. We’re talking up how she’s going to go to the beach with Grandma and Grandpa and how much fun she’s going to have, and all in all I think it will be good.
Tonight and tomorrow night, though, we’re doing a sleepover trial run, where she’s spending tonight and tomorrow night at the in-laws’. Despite missing her a bit, I certainly don’t need the trial run. When we suggested it to the in-laws, it was intended with two purposes – for Lane to experience two nights away from us before she has to do it a five-hour plane ride away from us, and for the in-laws to get a feel for what it’s like to spend 48 straight hours with Lane, without a break except at night. For either part of the equation, I’d like them to experience any kinks now, when we’re just a phone call and a 4 minute drive away.
And… just maybe… I can get the house cleaned up tomorrow too. Jake doesn’t have the knack for utter destruction that his sister has. But he does like to put his feet in the dog’s water an awful lot.