This blog is being interrupted by Summer Vacation.
Between the pre-vacation lazies and the perpetual To Do List that is looping in my head right now, I can’t focus on anything else.
Any pithy, witty, insightful blog-thoughts are being drowned out by the drumbeat and panic of last minute chores and trips to the store. You may be thinking I never achieve those goals, but I like to think most weeks I hit in the zip code.
I mean come on, you know you loved last week’s post about ice cream.
If not, you’re a communist.
Sorry to break it to you, but only communists don’t like ice cream blogs.
Back to my brain block.
I can’t pack yet because I haven’t reached 99% Laundry Phase.
Not familiar with this concept? That’s OK, it just means someone else packs for you. 99% Laundry Phase is when almost all of my laundry is clean. When everything but what I am wearing is clean, folded and put away... I can begin packing.
I have tried 90-ish% packing in the past. It does not work.
Inevitably I leave my favorite outfit at home, in the dirty clothes basket. This is upsetting and disconcerting. Almost to the point of vacation-ruining. I mean think about it, this is the one week of the year where everyone is together, relaxing, catching up, laughing and snapping pictures left and right.
These photos will be forever floating around on social media, framed on a desk or even the occasional family wall calendar... so you want to look your best. You need to look your best. And where is your favorite outfit? At home, awaiting your return, wondering what it did wrong and why it missed the trip this year.
So sad. This is why I now insist on 99% Laundry Phase before packing. It is the only way to go.
And don’t get me started on the shopping. Oh the shopping. I have all my necessaries, but the groceries are another last minute item. These perishable goodies can’t be purchased and shoved into a cooler with tons of ice until the night before.
Oh wow. I think I am hyperventilating. Deep breaths. I have to go now.
Think I will skip the gym today and just go straight to grocery store.
The consolation prize for all this stress?
A fantastic time with those I love the most and I get to work on my tan.