We managed to get out the door to make the school bus this morning for the last time this school year. We were still wrapping their little teacher gifts 10 minutes before, so thankfully I got away without making lunches, as they have a picnic at their after-school program today. Now, the clock is ticking on the kids' departure to Grandma and Grandpa's this weekend.

I've been doing laundry all week (aka washing, drying and making a huge pile in the living room) so we'll be able to pack Friday night. When I told the kids I would need their help packing their bags for their month-long stay, my son said: "Yeah, I'm probably not going to bring much, cuz I'm just gonna be fishing most of the time anyway."

I raised my eyebrows. "OK, so you're not going to be wearing clothes while you're fishing?"

These kids are such polar opposites on this whole packing thing. He'll probably put his swimshorts and his Yankees cap in a bag and say he's done, but my 8-year-old daughter said this morning, "I think I'm just gonna take all my clothes to Kansas." She has even taken her soap out of the shower to take with her!