Control Freak Goes to the Beach

I'm a control freak.

And for the next six days I'm going to try and control my need to control.

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At 5am on Wednesday the Mr and I are walking out this door with our suitcases in tow -- headed for 5 nights of magic. Well, maybe not magic but I know it won't involve macaroni and cheese or peanut butter and jelly. Enough about that.

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It takes a lot of work to get everyone ready to carry on without me. I've spent the last 3 days organizing, charting, listing, folding, cleaning, and preparing -- all in an effort to control life here in OK while I am exposing my skin to the deathly rays of el sol. Can't wait.

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Checks are written for the sitters.

Daily checklists for the boys are taped to the refrigerator.

Eggs are scrambled and cut up for Kid Three's breakfast.

Thursday's dinner is already precooked.

Laundry. Dishes. Check, check.

Homework done.

Swimsuits are packed.

New book purchased.

Emergency phone list posted.

Passports copied and stored for "just in case."

Medical release forms notarized.

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...and breathe...

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Oh Miss, I don't mean to interrupt your leisure reading in this amazing resort on a gorgeous beach, but I'm wondering if I can bring you another tropical drink?

Why yes, I'll take two.

And can I fluff your lounge chair pillow and get you a fresh towel while I'm up?

Please.

And can I offer you a complimentary full body massage in our spa?

I thought you'd never ask.

I'll have your bed turned down and the bottle of wine brought up to your room.

And the mint on my pillow, Rosario, don't forget the mint.

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Maybe now that my trip preparations are over I can FINALLY get back to reading your brilliant words.