Do you ever feel like time is running away from you? That no matter how well you plan or schedule your life, there’s never enough time for you to do everything you want to? I’ve been feeling like that a bit these past few days, and I have this strange sensation that I’m running out of breath or something.
In the past, (read in our previous house) whenever we were going away, we always used the guest bedroom as a staging area. We thought of something to bring, we would put it on the bed. When came time to do the suitcase, easy, most things were out already.
In the present (read in our little condo) we don’t have a guest bedroom (well, we do but we use it as a storage area/litter room), so we haven’t been putting aside things that we will need or want for our trip to Vegas. Yes I could have made a list or stack stuff somewhere, but I’m so fed up of our constant look of “just moved in” or “something else needs fixing” that I didn’t want to have, on top of everything else, a suit case with a bunch of things thrown in. It is just starting to feel clean or unpacked; I wasn’t about to add something to the equation to make it look messy again. Nope! Can’t do that! Sorry! Yeah we might forget some things! Oh well!
I can’t believe that we are leaving in two freakin’ days and that nothing is ready! We have errands to run (Tobi is staying behind, so he needs food!), laundry to do AND to add to the fun of it all, our front door is being sanded and painted today! The door has to remain open, thus me staying home! Argh!
Big deep breath, inhale…exhale… A week away from all the banging, mechanic saw and nail guns… that will be good… Oh wait! … but… those noises will then be replace by slot machines noises… the lesser of two evils? ...or is it?