I doubt I have ever been this stressed out. The only possibility is maybe sometime during school where I was dirt poor and trying to manage going to school full time pulling all-nighters. In less than a week Lindsay and I have moved out of our apartment, held a garage sale, bought everything for the trip (including a car!), quit our jobs, visited with all of our friends, fit a foosball table into our car at 3am in the morning, and have been making frequent trips to the airport before dawn and after dinner for Lindsay's job. Lets just say it has worn us thin.
Anyway, most of this has been accomplished without a hitch. Lindsay however had increasing pain in her new found molar and opted to try to get it surgically removed before we leave (appointment Thursday, surgery Friday, and leaving Sunday). She was under the fun impression that she would be fine and ready to go run errands afterwards (understatement of the year). After an afternoon of rest and relaxation she has mostly recovered, but I drove home someone that could barely stand, form complete sentences, or feel any part of her mouth. She asked me three times on the way home where she was, and if it was all over. I worry sometimes about my ability to handle these kinds of situations, but I think this one went okay, especially since I was thoroughly unprepared. Back to reality, and getting ready for the trip.
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