Scratch that last one

Okay, so scratch that last post.

I'm all packed up, ready to go this morning and my mom calls at 9:30 to tell me she's sick and doesn't want me to come. At 9:30. Had I left around the time I'd originally planned on, I'd have been an hour into my trip by that time. Good thing Adrien was sleeping extraordinarily late today.

Kind of peeves me though -- I wasn't just going to see her. I was going to see my grandpa and to hopefully see a few friends that I grew up with that I haven't seen in a while. Oh well.

Whatever.

I was all set for a road trip (not the three hours of driving with a 20 month old part though), and now I'm kind of stir crazy in my house.

Oh my goodness. Stir. Crazy. Maybe I'll go knit or something.