Things are getting busy around here with the end of the school year and two of my kids being "promoted" to new schools (easy child to middle school and difficult child 2 to high school) on Thursday, plus difficult child 2's promotion party Thursday night. And early Friday we are leaving to scatter my dad's ashes in another state. So as I'm trying to get things tidied up, finish laundry, figure out what to get packed by Wednesday, sorting out details for the house sitter who's coming over Thurdsday, coordinating the ceremony schedules with family for Thursday, picking up our rental car, etc., my mom calls. Her cousin is in town. This is the guy who works as a sort of travel concierge for performing arts groups, and this time he's brought the National Cuban Ballet. And he's got tickets for us. For opening night. WEDNESDAY! Of course, I can't pass this up! Why is it that when I'm busy, I'm REALLY busy?