Taking a coffee break. Have so much to do, mostly packing. He wants to leave around 10 tomorrow. With my habit of procrastinating, I don't know what on earth made me think that I would get to bed early tonight. I'm so looking forward to not having any children around. And shopping. (Bra shopping; if I can't find one that fits in Chicago then I have a problem.) And then there's the other thing. I can't believe I'm nervous about it cause I can't remember being nervous about sex. Ever. Plus there's the whole spending the entire weekend together. He thinks I'm the sweetest person ever. But he's never seen me cranky. Or moody. Or mean. And other than my kids, I'm not used to spending so much time with another person. I forgot how much work is involved with romantic-type relationships.