Hallelujah it is Wednesday. That means tomorrow we head to Texas to meet up with some family, and in the wee hours of Friday morning we embark on the vacation we’ve been planning for over year. And it couldn’t have come at a better time. I am absolutely convinced that when you plan a vacation the chaos waits until those last few months to erupt… and the only reason you stay sane through it all is for the promise of a beach, sunshine, and two pina coladas (one for each hand). At least that’s how I’ve been lately. Also, why is it my kid gets sick the week before vacation?…