Tomorrow we (minus Quinn) leave for Florida. Lest you think I want a repeat trip of the last trip to Florida (minus Quinn), you are mistaken. Somehow, happily, Crissy Sharp has agreed to drive down with me, with her two oldest, to go visit a cousin in South Florida. I'm very excited about this prospect. Not only is she a dear friend who I laugh with continuously, I have no fear of getting sleepy behind the wheel and will have help with the boys when we get out the car to do anything. Yeah! I was very nervous about driving down by myself again, but now I am looking forward to it. Today I have to finish packing and load up the car, so tomorrow morning isn't stressful (wishful thinking, I know). It's a relatively short trip (five days, a whirlwind trip), but it will be the only time I will be able to go for a long while. I loathe packing for a trip, because I have no concept of an actual wash day at my parents' house. I overpack tooooo much and end up not wearing half of what I pack for myself. Even though I know that I do this, I still overpack because I don't know what I'll feel like wearing. You may be thinking, "get over it and pack three outfits anyway!" Fat chance. I try to only bring a couple of things, but somehow I think I have this amazing social life down there where I'll have to change my clothes two to three times a day. What if somebody pees on me (don't laugh; it happened yesterday) and I have to change my clothes and all my other clothes are dirty or are in the washer? This also never happens because I'm slightly neurotic about the laundry. It's a constant fantasy of mine that ALL the laundry in the house is clean and put away. Drawers full of folded, clean clothes are beautiful. A couple of weeks ago, I got all the boys clothes ready for summer and just sat in their room for thirty minutes afterward looking at how neat everything was.
Yesterday, Paige invited me over for lunch and she asked me if I would her clean out her closet sometime soon. "Soon? Let's go now!" It was very fun and I get giddy about helping someone purge her old clothes. When we were finished (six garbage bags full of clothes later) I sat on the floor of her closet (without her) and just LOOKED at it. It was just so pretty. (sniff, sniff) Anyway, there's something very exciting to me about purging old stuff. Not sure what it is. I actually came home from her house and got my spring stuff out and got rid of two bags of clothes. I did this instead of packing for my trip, which is what I was supposed to be doing.
My heart is beating fast because I've been talking about this stuff. It really makes me happy (or crazy), I guess. I may be a little bit like Hammy myself.
I may or may not blog while in Florida. It'll just depend on how crazy it gets. Gotta go finish packing. Have a good one!