Florida, here I come...on Thursday.
But I am right on track with my trip planning doodies...I mean duties.
Monday: worry about flying, tell myself I am not packing a lot this time, worry about flying, start thinking about what I want to pack, plan walks on the beach, museum trips, shopping trips, ambitious home-cooked meals.
Tuesday: worry about flying, pull out clothes, make sure they fit, make lists of toiletries to bring/buy, worry about flying, make more lists, worry about flying, worry about flying.
Wednesday: minor panic attack while worrying about flying, lay out outfits, one for nice dinners, one for casual dinners, one for each morning walk on the beach, one for a trip to the zoo, one for laying out by the pool, and shoes to go with each, another panic attack with mild sweating, check and re-check toiletries, purchase travel sized everything.
Thursday: major panic attack and loss of motor function, pack travel bag, unpack travel bag, add emergency outfit, re-pack travel bag, faint, eat/drink everything in the fridge that is set to expire, vomit, drop dog off with folks, drive to airport, forget something important, cry.
Thursday 2pm: board plane, cry, sweat, shake, cry, sit, buckle, cry, shake, dig nails into Corey, shake, panic, sleep.
Thursday 7pm: arrive in Florida in one piece, tear up ambitious schedule.
Ahhhh, I just love vacations.