Why are the last couple of days before a trip such torture? It's not the anticipation of the trip - although it's certainly there. It isn't the excitement of getting away - although that's certainly there, too. It's not about any of the fun stuff.
It's all about the damned details. My last three days have been about one stupid detail after another. For every one thing I marked off my list, I added another. And a lot of it was stupid stuff. The light in the downstairs bathroom burned out. Could it be a standard size? Noooo. I forgot to call someone to fix my bedroom window, so I have that to look forward to when I get home. There's all the details to get ready for the friend who is house sitting and taking care of the dogs. And the dogs have seen the suitcases come out and are sulking mightily.
I know the instant we hit the road to the airport I'll start really getting excited. But for now I'm just stressed.
Am I the only one who does this?
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM