Just trying to get out the door. It feels like there are a million details to shutting down a house.
If I don't leave the trash completely empty, it will rot for a month! If I don't clean out the disposal, it will reek by the time we get back! Must empty refrigerator, too, but not starve self in final hours. Very tired of drive-thru food besides. And if I don't ration the diapers just right, we won't have enough disposable ones for traveling - and I won't have time to wash/dry the cloth ones the morning we leave, which is BEFORE 5 a.m.!!! (What was I thinking...?!)
And how to pack for fryingly hot Arizona, mellow South Dakota, and damp/cool Vancouver, plus formal/cute clothes, baby equipment (speakers for her iPod, special blankies/stuffed animals/all in one suitcase, sling, letters authorizing her travel, etc) and (this was dumb -->) Christmas gifts?! (Yes, I really didn't want to ship things. I'm a tightwad)
I sense the invisible clock, ticking incessantly. I want to get together with a few friends before leaving. I want to have another box sent to Husband, and I'm finalizing DVD's for that one - not a quick project. I want to consign those clothes that are piled in the hallway... One last doctor appointment. One last walk with a neighbor. Sure, all these are negotiable, but since I'm not out of time yet, I'm still attempting to do them. All.
Silly me.
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