Aloha

I am going to Hawaii tomorrow. I should be packing; I should be packed. Instead I am writing a post about the fact that I should be packing (packed) instead of actually doing it. I've lost the motivation after looking at the disaster that is my house and get that feeling of throwing in the towel for the night. I don't want to do that either because I'll wake up tomorrow morning with that sense of panic that nothing has been done. I won't be able to enjoy the morning getting my daughter ready to join her grandparents in tropical paradise.

I must say I am soooo excited. I've never been either and I can't wait. I want to go snorkeling. I want to see Pearl Harbor. I want to take one of those cool pictures of the sun setting over the ocean. I wanted to see a volcano but it's my understanding that there are no active ones on Oahu. Oh, well. I want to come home burnt crispy (while my husband and daughter are nice rich brown) and with tons of crap jammed into my suitcase that wasn't there when we left. And I want a camera full of pictures I can use to justify the really cute tiki scrapbooking set I found on eBay the other day.