Let's Go Already!!

Here's a question for you ... Which sounds like more fun:
1) Taking Brynn 14, and Kori 12 and myself to the travel clinic for our first of three rabies shots. (We have to decide which arm hurts the least from the last round of shots and get these there.) Then dealing with sore, tired, miserable feeling teenagers.
OR
2) Swimming in the Caribbean Sea at 5:30 in the morning when it is calm and quiet. Seeing and hearing fish jumping behind you and seeing dolphins playing a little further out.
Those of you that chose 1 need your heads examined!! So how come I get to live 1 and Alfred e-mails to tell us he's living 2? It hardly sounds fair. And he has the audacity to complain about the heat!
On the plus side:
I've held off long enough and nagged hard enough that our doors in Belize now have screens on them. This will not keep the nasty, little sandflys out but will keep out the bigger nasties (I hope).
Only 9 days left of seminary! I am so looking forward to 'sleeping in' until 7:00! I will really miss the kids, though. If you ever get the chance to teach seminary don't even hesitate - one of the best callings ever.
Soon it will be me swimming with the dolphins (although not likely at 5:30 am) and you who will be shoveling snow and scraping windows. That I can live with!
Well, keep smiling. I'm off to the rabies shots.

Watching the Pot

We have now entered the most difficult part of our pre-journey time - waiting for the pot to boil. Yes, for those of you that understand that confused use of cliche, I think I'm basically done. I have cleaned my house till we all think we're in someone else's house, the girls are registered in the virtual school we chose, we all have luggage, our tickets are bought, Alfred is living in our villa, so it's ready for us - I can't think of anything else that needs to be done until June. I know that statement is going to come back and bite me in the bum. The stress of wondering what I'm forgetting is almost worse than the stress of doing. So - your mission, should you choose to accept it ... is to remind me of what you think I've forgotten. Maybe, if we all work together, we'll be able to figure it out.