I was standing in front of my chest of drawers looking for my bathing suit…which was in my hand. Yup- stress packing for a weekend away. WooHoo! It’s kind of like looking for your phone while using the flashlight…on your phone. Yes, I have done that too. Does that mean I’m getting old or am old? Hmmm…I’m not really sure I want the answer to that question.
So, yes, I am packing for a “Writer’s Retreat” this weekend with two wonderful friends. Not sure how much writing will get done when Tequila, wine, and Apple-pie Moonshine are on my packing list.
Let’s talk vacay prep. OMG! We have been talking about this retreat for months. I’m talking snow on the ground, shivering, teeth chattering months ago. So, why is it so stressful prepping to take a trip.
LET ME TELL YOU~
This is a simple trip for three glam women so it is actually simple, but let’s talk packing and prep for a family. This, my friends, is why women lose their minds while packing for family vacations. I am a momma of two, FULLY GROWN, women. When they were kids, it was my job. The Hubs couldn’t understand why I would run around, flipping out, yelling at the kids to get their stuff. “No! You can’t bring your pet turtle! Put him back in the aquarium!” – “I just packed that. Why are you wearing it?” – “For the love of all things holy, you can’t take all your toys to Grandma’s.”
The Hubs would watch from his favorite chair while flipping channels wondering why I was so stressed. Let’s get this straight. His job was to load the bags into the car, period. It was my job to pack My things, Ladybug’s things, Booga’s things, AND HIS things. Which also meant, laundry needed to be done to ensure everything was available. The house was clean so no bugs invaded while we were away. Arrangements for mail, pets, and general “please, make sure no one breaks in and steals our stuff” needed to be put in place. And then, a final bag needed to be left until the end for toothbrushes, snacks, things to keep the girls entertained while stuck in a car for 412 hours.
Wanna talk stressed? We took a LOOOONNNGGG road trip that took me forever to prepare for…I forgot to paint the nails on ONE hand. Yup, my left hand sparkled while my right hand looked like I had pounded laundry on rocks for three straight days. I be a mess.
This weekend is for the ladies. Quick, simple, easy. Right? RIGHT!? Naw, I can’t remember if I already packed my meds. See, when you be old you need meds to function on the daily. I now must unpack my bag to see if I have packed what I needed to pack. This, this right here, is why women need vacations from vacations. We cut our vacation down by a day or two so that we have time to recover before returning to our boring daily lives. We aren’t recovering from overdoing it while on the beach or partying- nope- we need to recover from all the work we put into the prep and return from said trip.
Well, it isn’t going to stop me from going to the lake and having a good time with great friends. Now…where is that darn bathing suit?
Have a wonderful weekend, friends! I am off the grid for a few much needed days. Leave me a message, suggestions, ideas, or helpful hints for future posts.
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