take 3

It's one of those days where I can tell there is something I need to get off my chest. Something I need to say, to talk about, to discuss, to dispatch from my mind but I just can't quite find it.

I've written this post 3 time now, you wouldn't have cared for the first 2...

Maybe it's that K and I slept until 10:30 (she couldn't fall asleep until midnight and I didn't sleep until nearly 3am).

Whereas Mr. Kaos had to work today regardless of the late hour he fell asleep.

Maybe it's just that my cluttered mind that has something on it, something is weighing heavily on my chest. Maybe it's things I dare not breath. Maybe it's the aftermath of our big family day full of fun and friends. Maybe it's the anticipation of our impending trip. Only 2 weeks... and lets face it I am like a kid at Christmas with this trip. I just can't wait.

But no, it's not that. I just feel as though I am squeaking against the world but not quite making contact.

Nope, I'm pretty sure it's the trip, I feel like packing our suitcases and setting them by the door, I want to get our boarding passes and go to the airport and wait and wait until the moment I can hop on that plane with my kid and my man and fly on down for some fun. All just so I can see the look on K's face when she finds out what we're really up to...