Why do I always put things off for the absolute last minute? Again and again, I never learn! I have known for a year that I was going away today. A nice 5 day weekend down the Cape. I've known this.
I was tired last night, so after playing solitare and watching the new season of "So You Think You Can Dance", I went to bed around 10:15. Didn't sleep well, tossed and turned, and the alarm went off at 5am.
As of now (at 7am) I have taken the trashed out, changed the kitty litter, put the laundry in the dryer, and made a few lists. That's it. I'm laying on my bed, on my lap top, thinking of the rest of the cleaning I need to do before Karla gets to my house, and thinking of all the packing I should be doing.
Oh yeah, I did take a bunch of crap out of my car so I can fit in our bags. OH NO! I need to remember to pack the toaster oven too!! Damn. Didn't put that on the list.
Why did I make plans for every single night this past week? And why haven't I started packing yet? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that work is going to let us out at 3pm, but for some reason, I'm just not feeling it this year! URGH! Karla is going to kill me! At least Karla is often VERY VERY late, so that should buy me some time later.
I have SO much to do and I need to get in the shower to get ready for work! URGH!! Again, why do I always put things of for the absolute last possible minute???