The tickets are booked and I'm half crazy

I am so excited, we have booked our plane tickets. We depart DIA on Friday April 6...We will stay the night in Washington DC and leave for Ethiopia Saturday morning. We will fly Ethiopian Airlines (LOVE THEM) and arrive in Addis Ababa on Sunday April 8th.

With the boys we had two months to prepare for travel, this time it is slightly less then one month to prepare. The shopping, packing, appointments, more shopping, more packing, more appointments, spending, spending, and more spending, e-mails, final paperwork, more paperwork, oops one more signature needed, more shopping, more spending, more packing....and it has only been two days since we were notified of our court date.

This on top of the daily routines of dropping off and picking up children from school, doing the laundry, the housecleaning, the pet feeding, the grocery shopping, and every other little thing that typically consume an average day at casa de Martinez.....

Jimmy has been working like a mad man these last couple of months, because, well, I don't work anymore (outside of the home) and to him debt is the devil...He must have none in order to function, and as a result, works to pay off as quickly as we are accumulating. I love my Husband, he is a great man and a great provider. God love him.

Thus, I am doing almost all of the above myself. I'm tired. Lord can you hear me? I am tired.

I need a chef, a dish washer, a housekeeper, a laundry do-er(huh?), a chauffer, a personal shopper, and an overall clone of me multiplied by 300. Then maybe, just maybe, I can meet each deadline, pack every last item, balance my checkbook, scour through paperwork for the 3 billionth time, take a shower, get out of these sweat-pants, wear a pair of matching socks, make-up? what's that? so what that I haven't shaved my legs for nearly two weeks, you should see my arm-pits, and make it to Ethiopia with some of my hair still attached to my head.

I can't seem to get organized no matter how many lists I write, and re-write, and tear up to start over again.

Breathe I keep telling myself, but that only takes more time, which I don't really have.

Oh Lord, please give me the endurance I need to make it through these next few weeks without losing what is left of my mind. Thank you, I Love You, and Amen.