We're leaving on Sunday for our two week trip to California. I'm excited. I really am.But....
It's stressful.There's all the packing to do. Of course, the stressful part is trying to decide what to pack and what you HAVE to leave behind. As I've mentioned before, I SUCK AT PACKING. I want to take it all. There's also the matter of getting everything else caught up...you know all the "stuff" that needs to be in order before you leave town. Plus, Mom and Sherry arrive on Thursday and will be staying with Miss Daisy so I really want to have everything done before they get here. I want to eat, drink and be merry...and play games, of course...so I want the packing finished before they arrive.
Deep breath....
So, I'm racing around like a chicken with my head cut off and what is George doing, you ask? He is seating on the couch watching Notre Dame. He's not stressed a bit. He's not even thinking about packing. Believe me, he will just throw some things on the bed on Saturday night in about ten minutes and he'll be done with it and I'll do my normal routine = I'll fold everything for him so I don't have to iron them later because I love him so much. And you know what? He'll have everything he needs and he'll look just great.
Me...I'll spend lots of time trying on clothes, thinking about what to take, worrying over which shoes to take and even then I'll be unhappy with what I took and wish I had taken this or that.
It's not fair! (laying on the floor, kicking my feet)
MEN!

Hugs,
Kat