Unpack toys and decide the hospital will have plenty of entertainment.
Go to library, stock up on books.
Pack Season 1 of Parenthood that your sweet friend gave you because she knows you haven't seen it.
Put toys back in suitcase just in case....and realize you should work on being more decisive.
Look up location of nearby Chinese restaurants that will deliver to the hospital....and realize that 1 year ago you weren't much of a fan of Chinese food and now you can easily distinguish between good, awful, and really exceptional Chinese food....and that you enjoy it....and you can order some of it in Chinese.
This makes you feel awesome.
But then you look at your laundry pile that you neglected all week and realize you are in fact....not awesome.
Then you realize you should stop referring to yourself in the 3rd person.
Vacuum the Suburban because you are switching cars with your husband and you don't want him to see just how many crumbs and how many dirty socks and old string cheese manage to end up in there.
Spend quality time with the other kids because you know your heart is about to be divided in two
Take the toys out of the suitcase......again.
Put the toys back in
Get poster board to make some Welcome Home signs
Be thankful you have two little Mandarin readers and writers in the house so that you can make a sign that JJ can actually read
Lay in bed at night and compulsively go over every detail of leaving 6 kids with one parent and all that their schedules entail
Lay in bed at night and be thankful that your friends, both old and new, are stepping in to feed and care for your other kids
Try to sleep because you know hospital sleeping is well......awful.
Realize you can't sleep because you are equally part excited and part terrified for all that is to come
Wonder if there will be a coffee stand nearby his room and consider bringing your husband's little coffee pot he keeps for deployments with you to plug in next to your bed/chair/bhair/ched that you will be sleeping in.
Decide that yes.
That is a great idea.
is 48 hours till home...
and the start of the rest of our lives.
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