Sigh. Breathe.
Repeating slowly to myself. There are stores where we are going. If there's anything we need, we can pick it up. There are stores where we are going. If there's anything we need, we can pick it up.
I will inevitably spend the first part of the trip worrying. Did we actually set the alarm? We didn't leave any of the windows unlocked, did we? We did let the cats out of the bathroom that we stuck them in while we packed the car, right? They didn't get outside, did they? And the lights. We turned them all off, right? And shut the curtains. Did we leave the water running? 'Cause hey, we left at 4 am. Who the hell knows what the house looked like?
And then 8 am will roll around, and I'll be able to call our lovely neighbor. And she will assure me that everything is in perfect working order. And I will be amazed, because hey, we left at 4 am. And of course we had to watch True Blood the night before so we didn't actually get to bed until 11 pm.
And I think this is where anti-anxiety meds just might come in handy.
Back to packing and that mental list that I'm making that just keeps getting longer and longer. Underwear, nighttime diapers, pull-ups, swim diapers, bathing suits, dresses, laptop, charger, phone charger, makeup (Although why this? Because I never use it...), pictures, presents, alcohol (not to be used while driving, yes, I know), blankets, pillows, ...., ...., ....,
1 comment:
Ang, you are the most prepared mom I know. You will be fine. And if you forgot something? Who cares. Someone where you are going will have one of whatever you forgot. I remember I had to buy a whole pack of new underwear because my kid didn't bring ANY. And when did I learn this? Three days into the trip!
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