I hit pre-trip panic mode early this time. It’s all work-related – no, it’s mostly work-related. I had to sleep on a wide-brim straw hat purchase to talk myself out of it. I buy hats and then I never wear them, so I really shouldn’t buy hats. The work-related pre-trip panic is about getting X number of things done or at least prepping things for other people to do before I take EIGHT WHOLE DAYS off. (It’s not going to be eight whole days. Something is going to come up, and someone is going to call, and I’m going to have to do something work-related. No, that’s pessimistic. No one is going to call. They can get along without me.) I can’t remember the last time I took that much time off. It wasn’t to move to Oregon, it wasn’t to go on vacation with Mel, and I don’t think I even took that much time off to go to France (might have been seven days), and that was over four years ago. My point, if I have one, is that I need to take vacations. Of course, we’ll take these days off, and then less than a month later, take more days off to drive across the country.
Anyway, pre-trip panic:
- I have a million things to do at work before I go.
- I have to buy a dress (yay shopping!) next week, which will cause more panic next week because time will be running short short short by then, but I don’t have time until then and – breathe – it’ll be fine because shopping for this will be easy.
- And…okay, that’s mostly it.
I’m not stressed about packing, I’m not stressed about the trip itself…I suppose I’m starting to feel early moving stress, but that’ll kick in to high gear when we get back. For now, it’s pretty low-key.
Huh. Not so bad.