Oh my, it is that time of year when my ten kinds of crazy come out to play. Oh yes, it is pre-travel freakout time! Crud. Every time I think I'm over this particular neurosis, it comes out dressed in a pink sparkly tutu and a zombie-like bite on my brain.
Pre-travel freakout, how I adore and despise you all at once as I attempt to laugh at myself. She deeply Sighs.
I had a big full day today. A day of working, of getting a haircut in the middle of my work day, a day of having an evening meeting at work and not getting home until nearly 9pm. And then starting laundry. And going through mail. And paying bills. And filing papers. And filling out my open enrollment benefits paperwork.
And having a giant meltdown and leaving a likely inappropriately tearful message on my ex-husband's voicemail because I can't remember the last digit of his social security number and I need it for this paperwork because in case I die or am accidentally dismembered I want some of my insurance benefit to be paid to him. (Mom, if you're reading this, you should be glad that you were next on my list and that after leaving message #1, I decided it would be better to wait to call you).
And then I kept going sorting through piles of papers that accumulated on the kitchen table. Having another meltdown because I couldn't find my other laundry basket (it was in the living room). And putting away laundry.
And realizing that I was in the middle of one great big ol' pre-travel freakout and I needed to stop. To eat. To drink tea. To write about my crazy. To take my multivitamins. To go to sleep.
Oh, pre-travel freakout. When I catch you I can see that you are a hairy ape in a ballerina outfit, zombiliy munching away on the bananasanity of my brain.
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