Oops

Tomorrow I will send the missionary his last package before he leaves for Chile.

The package service doesn't run on weekends & he leaves Monday. I'm sending it tomorrow just in case for some reason the one day service is a day late... just trying to think of everything... ya, I'm a little paranoid. I went to Costco & started thinking of all the things I wanted him to have, knowing he will be out of the country for almost 2 years. As I was looking at all of the shelves I started to cry. People were walking by & there I was with a box of anti-diarrhea & pepto bismal bawling. I called my sister - who had called me earlier but I missed her call- so at least I would look like I was crying to someone on the phone.

I got home packed up my box- filled it with goodies, stickers (he's really good with kids & I can imagine him giving out stickers to kids in the airport), cash for food in the airport, & a calling card. Brett came home & reminded me we had already sent him with all this medicine.

Oh ya...

Oh well- in all my planning I never planned on him being super successful & me being a wreck. I guess it just goes to show you can't plan for everything.