One word…packing. Getting everyone’s crap together while a sick (yes, every holiday must include a sick child) baby clings to your leg, her wired brother runs circles around the dining room table (which is just high enough to permanently indent Liv’s head), and two dogs incessantly whine because they think you are going to leave them behind (if they keep it up…I will) is enough to make anyone go insane. Unfortunately, I was already well on my way to the realm of insanity so today might have sealed the deal. Tomorrow’s post will be written from the padded walls of my hospital room…