A friend of mine once said that getting ready for a long trip is like preparing to die. I know what she means.
We just spent a weekend at a lake house, which involved much shopping and planning and packing (and much fun, too!), and now we have about a three-day turn around before a month-long trip. We're getting things in order, taking care of all the many things that have been neglected during the school year (which is everything). Taking care of things that we have ignored for months (or even years) because we just wouldn't feel right if we left home for a few weeks with them undone.
It drives me a bit nuts. One time, before a trip, I even started to hyperventilate a bit. So. Much. Planning. I think that, if I were a more organized person in general, it would all be much easier. But I'm not very organized, so every time, two days before we leave, I'm running around the house looking for proof of insurance cards and the dog's vaccination records.
All while trying to get all of the laundry finished, running a bazillion errands, and making sure there are plenty of Magic Tree House audiobooks on my iPod.
And, of course, I don't have my article finished (but it's close-ish!).
Crap. Just remembered I forgot to call today to order contacts.
Oh, and I need to take care of some Netflix DVDs.
Oh, right, we're out of cat litter.
And then there are those library books . . .
Oh, and I have to drop of that deposit . . .
The bills, the newspapers . . . I think the boy needs a new fishing pole . . .
And so it goes . . .