On the one hand, I’m leaving in a few days, and I have a lot to do before I go. On the other hand, with the kids gone, it does feel a little bit like I have an unlimited amount of time to do… whatever.
(Fortunately, I’m super-good at doing whatever. Especially when “whatever” means “not getting out of my pajamas all day on Sunday but eating ice cream for breakfast and watching a bunch of movies.”)
After my scintillating day, yesterday, I figured I’d better get back into the groove, today. Lots of things to do in the name of Trip Prep! Also it tends to keep the voices in my head to a dull roar.
I’m thinking about packing. Sometime soon. Really. Because I should definitely take stuff with me. Like… clothes. And… stuff. I’m sure of it.
This afternoon I managed to cross a whole bunch of stuff off of my pre-trip list. Nothing gives me a warm fuzzy feeling like replacing the panic over a bunch of must-dos with the uncertainty of suspecting I’ve forgotten some other stuff that probably also needs to be done.
I noticed that although I pay zero attention to my yard and it hasn’t rained for a while, the grass is still growing. The crabgrass, anyway. So I mowed. And mowing turned my toes green. (Friend of mine said: Mowing barefoot sounds dangerous! I was not barefoot. Grass gets in my sandals.) So I finished mowing and came inside and scrubbed my feet, and they were still green.
So I got out all my various and assorted chi-chi foot products–including the dreaded pumice stone–and did a complete pedicure. I started with removing the grass stains and ended with blue nail polish. I am such a rebel. The entire process doubled my estrogen levels. And that thought reminded me that I needed to go pick up my hormone patches at the pharmacy.
Off to Target! Can’t be going on a trip without hormones, y’know. There’s nothing worse than hot flashes away from home. The ice machine could be broken, or something. Went to the pharmacy and got my patches. Made a circuit around the store and was greatly saddened by the paucity of deals today. Nothing is sadder than leaving Target with only what I’ve gone there to get. So I stopped at the bins of teeny-sized things and bought some itty bitty travel-sized products. Because nothing says “bon voyage” like miniature deodorant.
Home again, I started some laundry and washed some dishes. Okay, FINE. I waxed my upper lip and plucked my eyebrows. Happy? Then I also did some laundry and washed some dishes. And took out the trash. It was pretty exciting. I do believe it was my blue toenails that ramped up the danger factor.
As of tonight, I have packed… absolutely nothing. But see how much STUFF I’ve done to get ready! Feel free to admire my freshly groomed and not-overly-hairy face!
Meanwhile, I received a message of STARTLING IMPORT from my soon-to-be hostess… informing me that she was headed out shopping and needed to know what I like to drink. I missed her call, so I guess it’s nothing but water for me. No, no. I jest! I called her back, listened to her explain to her children that CARS drive in the ROAD and therefore they should perhaps stay OUT of the road, and then told her that I’m easy, I’ll drink whatever, no preference, really.
Her response: You know, I hear you, and I suspect your mouth is moving, but it’s just not making any sense. Try again?
A small tear sprang to my eye. I feel that I shall be stroked and petted and told I’m pretty and kept exceedingly well-hydrated during my stay. Either that, or I shall be quite drunk. And really, either option sounds pretty damn good right about now.
Tomorrow I am definitely going to pack.