Procrastination

I'm not sure why I wait until the last minute to pack for every single vacation I go on.  Usually Charlie and I start around 10 or 11p the night before we are supposed to leave and are trying to get everything into the suitcases before we go to bed.  It's just a bad idea because then the next morning we're tired but the kids are all hyped up because we're about to go on a trip.  A very bad mix.  Yet I sit here and write instead of packing.

I sort of have most of it done.  I still need to get the suitcases out of the crawl space in the basement, but I picked out all of the girls' clothes on Sunday while they were taking a bath (don't worry, I kept checking on them and could hear them the entire time) and did mine the next morning.  Andy picked out his own today and probably did a better job than I did because now that I think of it I didn't grab any socks for myself or the girls.

The hard part is Charlie.  Usually he packs for himself but he and Andy got home really late on Sunday night and then he had to leave early on Monday for Las Vegas.  He barely had time to pack for Vegas and definitely did not have time (or any clean clothes since he took them all on his trip to L.A.) to pack for our Spring Break trip.  Oh wait, he picked out his underwear.  Good thing because that's always so hard for me (can you sense my sarcasm here?).  Anyway, I'm not upset with Charlie at all, I'm just slightly worried that I won't pack well for him.  The good thing is that there are stores everywhere so if he hates it all he can buy new things.  Honey, if I pack your pig shirt will you wear it?

So, yeah, waiting until the last minute.  I'm not sure why I can't motivate myself to move any faster in this endeavor.  It's not like I don't want to go, because I do.  I just don't want to pack.  Maybe I don't want to pack because I don't want to forget anything.  Who knows.  Now I'm just rambling.

I'm surprised I don't have everything ready and by the door.  I took the kids to the movies today and was commiserating with another mom in the bathroom about how much we hate the two week spring break and what are we going to do with our kids the whole time.  She mentioned that she had just recovered from Christmas break and now here we were already.  I got a little exciting thinking I was totally breaking up the time by going on an awesome trip.  Too bad the kids were coming with me, lol, but I know we're going to have an amazing time.

So yeah, off to pack.  I probably won't write while we're gone, so think happy, sunny thoughts and I'll tell you about it when we get back.