Prior to having kids, running a small business and keeping our household in a functioning state, I could tackle a to-do list like a boss. I could work 4 straight twelve hour nights, finish a stretch like that with an eight hour shift like it was nothing, come home, grocery shop, fold all the laundry AND put it away and knock the rest of my to-do list out of the park. Like. a. boss.
So why is it, now that I'm responsible for two small
heathens kids (and let's call it what it is, one giant kid) that I can't get anything done in an orderly manner? We're just mere hours away from getting on a plane and flying across the country and for the life of me I can't seem to cross anything off of my to-do list.
In fact, just when I think I've finished a task, I go to cross it off AND IT WASN'T EVEN ON THERE TO BEGIN WITH. Talk about a slap in the face.
While I'm at it, let's talk about packing. Despite my incredible OCD-tendencies and knack for organization in the face of utter chaos, let's talk about how small children seem to require an endless amount of shit just to make it through the day.
I know where we're going isn't barren and I'm sure I could get to a Target or Walmart if need be but I'm not talking about dire extremes or emergencies here. I'm talking about the day-to-day play clothes and lovies and bath towels and blankets and socks and shoes and TWELVE DAYS! We're going for TWELVE DAYS!
And why is no one helping me? By "no one" I'm looking at you, Husband. Why am I packing your clothes in addition to our two dependent children? Oh wait, I know this one. Because if I don't pack your clothes, you'll end up wearing the same pair of pleated old-man khakis and lumberjack-esque flannel shirt the entire time we're there. I definitely didn't marry the Brawny paper towel guy so I'd prefer if my husband didn't dress like him all the time.
This isn't a vacation. This is more like a "business trip." I have a funny feeling I'm going to need a vacation from our "vacation" the minute we return.
Are we there yet?