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A few days ago, Maddie said out of the blue, “Mom, could you set up a play date with Jonathon some time soon?”

Jonathon, in case your memory is as bad as mine, was a boy Maddie went to preschool with – and who she hasn’t seen since then. While in preschool the two were great friends, and swore that they would marry when they were grown-ups. He’s a great kid, really sweet, but again, haven’t seen him in two years. Which is, like, a decade to grown-ups.

We’ve got a big family vacation coming up – we head out the end of next week – and I think I may have gotten the girls TOO excited about it.

Maddie’s read the guide book cover to cover, and loves to debate her favorite restaurants based on nearness to our rental house and the ratings in the book. Cora’s pored over pictures from my previous, child-free trips to the place, and will be able to find her way around any beach blindfolded. We bought both of them a snorkel set and have been using them at our neighborhood pool to make sure the girls are comfortable in fins in the ocean. Now we cannot get them to swim without their fins, which can be disconcerting to the six-year-old playing innocently next to them.

Poor Cora was sick yesterday, waking up with vomiting and lying listlessly on the couch all morning. She seems to have recovered quite quickly, but it did force us to stay home and do nothing but lie on the pull-out couch and watch television and drink slushies.

Wait, maybe there shouldn't be a law against it.

I had a bad day yesterday.

For a variety of reasons, none of which had anything to do with my kids, a really bad day. Let’s just leave it at that.

After dinner, I fled the house to run errands, leaving my husband to put the girls to bed while I got some space to mentally process what was going on. By the time I came home, the girls were in bed, but not asleep. Cora called me upstairs for a cuddle.