It's quarter to three, my husband will be home in approximately 45 minutes, and open bags and boxes remain scattered about the house in half-packed states. The kids are in the backyard with round two of freezies- one's screaming about something I can't understand, and the other's yelling, "You can't have this!" I'm trying to pretend I didn't just hear the the third moving around in her crib upstairs and convincing myself she'll go back to sleep.
It's funny how a week at the lake sounds so relaxing utnil you start preparing for it. I always get this notion that we're somehow going to starve out there- therefore I find myself packing enough food to get us through a month just in case, you know. Let's also not forget the fact that we're a whole fifteen minutes out of town and that my husband will need to come in for work four of the seven days we're out there. So, technically if we were to run out of something crucial, like... oh, let's say hotdogs, chances are we wouldn't need to wait too long to restock our supply. Nevertheless, I go on putting in extra kool-aid packets and a summer's worth of freezies in the food box because- gasp!- what would we do if we ran clear out? Hate to run out of sugar-loaded treats for those youngsters. It is a bummer when they don't have enough high-fructose corn syrup pumping through their veins.
My other downfall is packing too much clothes. Maybe it will be hot- like really hot- and then again, maybe it we will have to deal with record-low temps so everything from tank tops to sweatshirts (and I'm seriously considering winter jackets) comes along. Truthfully we've had weeks where we've seen it all so this one comes more from neccessity living where we do. I've learned to scale back a little and we usually end up washing things out in the sauna halfway through the week... and that works well. Still, I have this problem with trying to be overprepared.
Just got a call from my hubby who will be a little late. Perfect. Buys me a little more time to make/consume a cup of coffee and scramble like mad to finish stuffing things in boxes and piling it into the van. The only thing that's keeping me going right now is the thought of the Jodi Picoult novel I found at the library earlier. It's tucked safely inside my bag along with some Christmas stocking projects I hope to get a start on while I'm chasing my still-crawling 17 month old through the dirt and trying to keep her off the road... Uh, I mean. Ahem. While I'm sitting with my feet up enjoying a clear blue sky and the laughter of happy children playing in the sand.
Let the vacation begin!