Two days until we leave for the beach.
Have I packed?
Have I started to pack?
Do I even have a list of things to bring?
Have I done all the laundry?
Have I cleaned the house? (Because the house needs to be clean and fresh when we return).
Have I stopped the mail?
I did get Kate a new prescription for her anti-barf medicine for the car ride down. Because you know, some things just have a tendency to be foremost on my mind. And barf — or rather the lack thereof — is one of them.
But back to my failures…Will I do any of this stuff tomorrow?
It’s doubtful. Highly unlikely.
What am I doing right now?
I enjoy the “freak-out.”
I can imagine it now…Friday evening between me and The Man. It will be rather similar, I suppose, to the last hour before any type of deadline I am trying to meet. Where I’m in freak-out mode. Running around in a flurry as though the very world may come to an end. And The Man is trying to not kill me.
And Saturday morning will be double the fun.
But then all of that will melt away once we get in the car and settle down for our drive. Our really.long.drive. (Please pray for me to arrive with a shred of my faculties left intact).
But until then, why do today what I can put off because I’m lazy?