Our plane leaves in 36 hours. I haven’t packed. I haven’t cleaned. I haven’t rented the car. I haven’t stocked the fridge for the two remaining kids.
I’m scheduled to work for most of the day tomorrow, leaving tomorrow night to get it all done. I have a plan though. To make it easier on myself, I’m gonna leave out the cleaning. Yeah, that sounds good. Link and Chip wouldn’t keep it clean anyway. They’d more appreciate a stocked fridge. But if I’m honest, that probably won’t get done either, so I’ll just throw a few twenties on the counter before we go.
I’ve done the research on cheap rental cars, but I haven’t pulled the trigger. I’ll do that tomorrow night, since I’m blogging right now, and I’ve already talked myself out of cleaning and shopping, so that’ll free up some time.
The kids and Hubby are in charge of their own packing, so all I have to do is unload my closet and drawers into the remaining spaces of the suitcases. I’m not high maintenance, at least not in comparison to some people I know, but I do not travel lightly. I’d rather have too much stuff than wish I had brought a certain something with me.
We’ve arranged for the oldest kids to take us to and from the Metro Link since I don’t want them driving through the city to get to the airport. We’ll leave the house at 4:30 AM on Friday. Link chose to do this one. It’s considered early for most of us, but for him, it’s late at night. He’ll just go to bed when he gets home.
Only when we’re settled on the plane will I finally feel the stress melt away. It would help if I was being productive right now, but I’m tired, and I want some ice cream, and the mind-numbing-ness of the computer is too tempting. Besides I do my best work under pressure.
So tomorrow, you might not see too much of me, because what’s due tomorrow I’ll actually have to do tomorrow.