Do you find that the closer it gets, the less ready you are? The Thriller and I have much to do before blasting off on Wednesday, not the least of which is to try and get one more vizzy in with the Js.
Every carpeted floor and piece of furniture has been steam cleaned within an inch of its life (Country Mouse, you should see the sofa and easy chair — they look almost like the day Mr. CM upholstered them). You could have a picnic lunch in my closets, the drawers in the dining room sideboard can now be opened without various and sundry items barfing out, and the pantry is looking quite orderly and cute. I can see the surface of my desk as I write this, and I have removed all vestiges of Boston University from my bookcase in the parlor. Success.
And after an entire day of tearing things apart in the house and garage and coming up 100% confused, frustrated and empty, the Thriller finally found the car charger for the laptops. It was in my book bag, where’d I’d stashed it a week ago so we wouldn’t forget it, and then promptly forgot about it. Yipes. Rat Fink, Rat Fink…what a donkey.
Do other people stress about what to bring? I’m a big-picture thinker, so I don’t sweat details very much (which often comes back to bite me in the hiney). I tend to grossly overpack, even though I know we will have to do laundry. Any great secrets? I’ll share one: rolling up your shirts, shorts and jeans really helps to save space in the suitcase.
I covet your suggestions this day. The suitcases are already on the dining room table, and time’s a-wastin’.