My house is TRASHED.

Believe it or not, the bed is made under all this.

The kid is here somewhere. Just kidding.

I’m 90% done, though it’s taken all day because I somehow let myself get sucked into Candy Crush. What is wrong with me? I can’t even get on a bandwagon properly, I have to wait a year or so. But also, I just didn’t want to pack. For some reason, when I fly, I’m really good at going light. But when we’re going by car I’m not opposed to filling the car, even though I really don’t want to do that this time.

Unscientific outfit planning

I learned a few things:

• I need to pack for one person or purpose at a time. Bob packs for himself and drives the dogs to my mom’s, so I pack my stuff, Emma’s stuff and the many miscellaneous things. I made a list on the computer which I sorted into those three categories and I was having a terrible time because I was trying to gather stuff from all three lists at once. When I stopped to focus on myself, then Emma, then the rest, it felt much more feasible.
• I’m trying to make quicker decisions. I waste so much time trying to pick the perfect books to read (this gets 75% of my mental energy), perfect outfits, the right shoes. When I was 8 we went to Vermont and I only had flip flops which my mother didn’t realize till we got there. It was August but cold. So I was rockin the flip flops with socks look before it was cool. Maybe I’m still affected by that because I spend too much time thinking about shoes. This time: black sandals, brown sandals, flip flops for the beach and my Keens to wear hiking.
• I’m not going to stress out over forgetting stuff. We’re not going to Siberia.

So even though I am packed, I need to do some straightening tomorrow so my friends who are watching the house and feeding the cat won’t think I’m a total slob, even though they already know.