So why is it we can never manage time the way we would like? My days are never orderly; they’re helter-skelter filled with too many things to do all at the same time. I’ve been known to double-book myself for some stupid reason (it’s known as not looking at your calendar and telling someone, “Oh yeah, 1:00 will be fine.”) Dumb-squared. I’m calendar-challenged.
So now we’re getting ready to run away for a few days. The housesitter is in place and EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer is ecstatic that her buddy is here playing with her all the time (shhhhh…she hasn’t seen the suitcases yet). It’s so nice to know someone is at your house and you don’t have to rely on neighbors or your kids to keep an eye on things. Nor do you have to ask the Post Office to hold your mail (mine just loses half of it anyway.)
The problem with this picture is I’m STILL waiting on construction dude to arrive to patch up outside so no more water gets in (a temporary fix until we return). We’re running out of time and I don’t want my housesitter saddled with this nonsense. It’s making me crazy. This was supposed to have been done 3 days ago.
So I run around in circles trying to get last minute things done in time for us to skedaddle. Ack. I need at least another day to pull this off. And they tell me vacations are relaxing. Preparing for the vacation is so stressful, I’ll need another vacation from my vacation…sigh…