Well...happy happy joy joy to me because I go on vacation in three days. My mother and I will go to Indiana to visit her family while my dad stays back here in the Fishbowl Town to go to work. I am unusually excited for this trip not only because I will be leaving with my folks at around two in the A.M. on Thursday and travel to Indiana for six hours, but also because I miss my Grama. We stay with her at her unbelievably amazing house in the rural area right outside of Terre Haute and the whole family lives around her. So, as usual, I am packing now hoping that my eagerness to go will speed up the time till we leave. So far, my plan is failing...
Preparing for this trip really takes a toll on my sanity because so many things end up being more difficult than it should be. I got this awesome new rolling suitcase and I have more clothes than what the suitcase will fill. So I grabbed my old Winnie the Pooh backpack (yes, I am fifteen and still have that--don't be jealous that I am still in touch with my inner child) to stuff all the bulky jackets and books and extra crap in. Well, of course I accidentally read all the books that I have put back for the trip so I must buy new ones. And, I have to wash all the clothes I am taking. Get to the horror story in a minute. While I am buying the books I realize that there are so many other things I need. Like: shampoo and conditioner, hair heat spray stuff, film, batteries, a swimsuit, a new hat, new sunglasses and flip flops. Don't have enough money and my mother ends up buying most of it (God Bless her ever-sweet soul). Then I sort through the mountain of clothes I want to take on this seven day trip. I realize then that taking my white capris would be disastrous because my pail legs would blend right in with them...I then get depressed about that and eat about five pounds of carbs to feel better. So I narrow down the mountain to a big hill and wash them. I have to go to my basement to get to the washer and dryer which I don't like, especially when I am home alone, because we have a little lizard down there. Not like a pet, like a lizard that got into our basement and we can't catch. Normally I like lizards and other reptiles of that sort but have you ever seen a lizard move? It move really fast and squiggly and just doesn't bother to utilize the legs that it has. It's weird...but I went down there to get my clothes to the dryer and almost stepped on it! That would have been horrible! (Hence the use of italics) So I run to the dryer and get everything settled and run back upstairs where I sit, hyperventilating, and try to calm down. I then try to shove all my bathroom stuff into this little overnight case. It doesn't quite work so I'm going to have to put my hair straightener and brush and makeup in the already overstuffed suitcase. That should be fun.
So, vacation preparation is not only stressing, it's also a horror story (at least for me). One thing's for sure...this better not be a sign of what the vacation to come will be like!
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