It’s one of THOSE days weeks months around here, again. I have so many tasks screaming my name, so many loose ends to tie up, that I can’t figure out whether I’m coming or going.
There’s always work to be done; a house to be cleaned; people think I should feed them regularly…not to mention that we’re leaving for Disney in 5 days (OMG!) and I haven’t packed a thing, nor am I even sure that I have enough clothes in this house for everyone. No one else around here seems to see the sense for any urgency in the matter and I can just imagine what Sunday night and Monday will be like once it’s time for everyone to really get ready.
Another freakishly huge snowstorm is predicted for this weekend, further complicating my mission to get everything finished and organized by Monday evening so we can hit the road at the crack of dawn on Tuesday. If they cancel school on Monday, I just may totally lose whatever I have left.
And then there’s the cleaning…there is nothing I hate more than coming home from a trip to a big mess, so in between all the running and working, I’m trying to get things in order so that we don’t come back to a junk pit. Good times when little people seem to undo everything that gets done.
As usual, I’m freaking out for nothing, I’m sure. It will all get done and before I know it, we’ll be basking in the warm Florida sun and enjoying some Disney magic. But in the meantime, I will be panicking and hyperventilating and having a serious nervous breakdown over everything that has to happen to make this trip happen. Such is life with me…
Am I the only one who does this when getting ready to travel (or for any other major event)? Please tell me that someone out there identifies with my feeling of insanity. And please, pray for me (and those who have to deal with me for the next few days). We all need it!
P.S. Thanks for reading my little rant…I needed to get that out.