Leaving the Mothership in T Minus 42 Hours

For the past 6 years my family leaves the country for Thanksgiving.

I guess our way of saying "Thanks" is by saying "Happy Turkey Day, Canada! We are here to take over the Bunny Hill! "

But, it should be noted that due to my work schedule I have only ever celebrated in a foreign country with my family once. My husband, however, has not missed the skiing the family togetherness even once.

This year is different. I am going. Not only am I going but suddenly I have 2 kids coming too. And, did you know that we have yet to actually go away from home longer than 2 nights since Aspen was born?

I'm terrified.

I'm scared to be away from the mothership that long in a very confined space with potentially very chilly temperatures with no park in sight.

Also, the sheer volume of laundry needing to get done in my house has swallowed me whole and I'm busy hiding under the covers to avoid the reality that skiing in our underwear is not only breaking laws of some sort, it also may cause frostbite.

The good news is that my sister stopped by and we went shopping for essentials because I am not sure if you know this or not but the Canadian versions of American favorites never taste the same. The ketchup tastes funny, the A-1 is not tart enough and do not even get me started on the French Fries. It's like they fry them in lard...wait...I think they do.

Anyway.

I am certain we will not starve but I am not certain we will have clean clothes. Plus, has anyone seen my kids' birth certificates? If you have, send them my way.