Full-on-last-minute-what-haven’t-I-done-yet-pre-trip panic
I haven’t mentioned it much here, but we’re about to go on vacation. We’re supposed to have internet in our cottage, but we were supposed to have internet in our cottage in Wales last year, too, and that just didn’t happen. So either I’ll be able to post intermittently over the next week and a half or I’ll be completely silent until Memorial Day. We’ll see. I just wanted you all to be prepared because I know how much you rely on me to start (or finish) every day. You just can’t get along without me, right? Right?
I think we should live somewhere where we can legitimately call our house a cottage without getting laughed at. I would like to live in a cottage.
Anyway, Mom called me yesterday evening to discuss when and where she and Dad are going to pick us up on Saturday, and that conversation kick-started my pre-trip hyperventilation* because you know what? I hadn’t even THOUGHT about that. I got off the phone and fluttered around the house for a couple of minutes, wondering how stupid it might be to take two hours out of my last useful 5 or 6 hours (not counting working and sleeping) to go to the gym for my fun classes. Reason and sanity eventually won out. There wasn’t THAT much to do and exercise and yoga would be good for me, especially in that state. I came home from the gym much calmer and I managed to get to bed (packing about halfway done) before I could think too much about what I hadn’t finished yet. This morning, though – the countdown had begun and I was climbing the walls. WHY was I going to work? WHY wasn’t I packed already? I hadn’t arranged for a cab to pick us up, I still needed to pick up some prescription refills, the dogs have to get to the kennel, I needed to pick up an adapter from Best Buy, I haven’t FINISHED PACKING YET, and oh yeah, I have to go to work and actually WORK. (Sorry about the caps. It’s been that kind of day.) To make matters worse (as pointed out by Corey, Brother of the Year), I went to Starbucks. Sure, let’s fuel the crazy with espresso. Makes all kinds of sense. So I rocketed into the office and my work day, made three or four more lists (mostly work, some trip), crossed everything off in record time, and all I have to do now is set my automatic out-of-office message and go home so I can cross the last four things off my trip list (one of them – finish packing – has a list of its own). Surprisingly, the tension ebbed as the day went on. I got enough of a head start this morning (maybe thanks to the coffee?) that I feel pretty normal now. My vacation is about to begin.
*The author reserves the right to exaggerate for effect. No brown paper bags were harmed in the making of this post.