I know, I know, it is getting old, talking about going to Jamaica. But it is finally happening! Tomorrow morning we will be getting up in the darkness and driving to the airport, poor Mirielle has to get up and bring us. We will arrive there in the afternoon and hopefully get in a little sunshine and a swim.
Paul is getting the tree right now. I moved furniture and made a space for it. There is excitement in the air. The little girls are eating grapefruit, Kathryn is doing the dishwasher, Rosie is napping under my footrest, and I am taking a break from cleaning up this place, the never ending job.
I am going to take a quick trip to the store today to get some cheese for pizzas, and some greens for salads. And something for Charlotte Claire's class snack, which is Monday, so Mirielle doesn't have to make something for her.
My suitcase is packed. I even put my sneakers in there, since I am not going for a walk in the dark tomorrow morning. Yes, I plan to exercise when we are there, I didn't work this hard to gain ten pounds back in one week. Ha, I really hope I don't. All that jerk chicken, yum. And the frozen lime slushies, and the fresh-fried donuts with all the toppings...yes, they fry the to order, how am I going to resist? The good thing is we will eat lunch in our swimsuits at the beach buffet, it is hard to pile one's plate up when one looks like ME in a bathing suit. Overall though, I am not going to worry too much about it. We will relax and have fun and make good choices and enjoy ourselves no matter what we have to eat. I do plan to have a nice steak dinner one night, yum. Sometimes they serve steak, grilled to order, at the lunch buffet. The price of beef has risen around here, so we don't eat it much anymore. Paul will go for the lobster or seafood, which I don't like.
Perhaps I will get a chance to get on here later and put up some Christmas tree pics, but I am afraid if I unpack my camera I will forget to re-pack it.