I’ve descended into suitcase hell. We have traveled a lot this year, too much if you ask my Mother. You would think, with all of the traveling we do, packing all our crap would be down to a “science” by now. Nope, not even close. It’s actually kind of embarrassing. Lilly forgets everything, I pack for three.
We leave for Vienna and Salzburg, Austria soon. This is a big trip so a large packing job would be in order. (Where did I put that damn Klonopin?!) Truth is I just can’t do an overnight stay across town without some form of luggage and a list.
I have spent the last 6-ish hours packing a large suitcase, a medium carry-on and a backpack. I have lists; put this into that, what if the sky falls etc…, things to do to the house before we leave. I mean what if I forget to water a plant or leave the light on in the bathroom? I have a list that covers that. What if it’s cold, hot or I fall into a creek? Better pack extra everything.
Well, I think I’m actually done. Problem is it’s 7:00pm and I have to sleep tonight, Ugh, did I pack the bathroom bag or the power thing-a-ma-bob? Out of bed to check and make sure. I still can’t find those rotten pills, I must have already packed them. Where is “that” damn list!
I honestly don’t know how Santa did it with his “make a list and check it twice” crap!
I hate packing! No one should have to do it sober. Gawd, I may need an intervention…