How is it possible there is only a week until Christmas? Better yet, how is it possible there is only two weeks until 2008 is over?
Two Aunts, an Uncle, and my Grandma are flying in to 0rlando on Monday and my Mom and another aunt are flying in on Christmas Eve. We're suppose to head down there either Monday or Tuesday. I haven't decided which yet. The thought of 12 people finding enough places to sleep in one house for a few nights is enough to make me want to break out in hives. Luckily though, couples tend to get priority over everyone else. Except Grandma, of course.
It will be the first Christmas I have ever spent with not a single child under the age of 16 around. As an infertile I should be grateful, but I am going to really miss A. But, my Aunt J called me today to remind me to bring my bathing suit because the pool is heated and they plan to have the hot tub on every night. Ahh, Christmas in Fl0rida.
I'm trying to get my Mom to come back to our house (4 hr drive) for a few days before she flies back to help me organize my house, but the heated pool and hot tub sound more appealing to her. Sniff.
Anyone else a little freaked out about how fast it's flying?