...we go on a trip.
Paul and I almost get divorced by the time we hop in the car to head out.
And then we don't speak to eachother for the next hour or so.
It is one thing in my life I can totally count on.
I try so hard. I think that maybe if I get most everything done days in advance we can avoid the "Traveling Fight". But nope. Never works.
See, I start to panic. 24 hours in advance I start to just run around and start throwing things in bags. My list gets lost. My brain goes haywire and I start barking orders.
I. can't. help. it.
I have our bags packed and laundry mostly caught up.
Gameboy, cell phone and camera batteries are plugged in a charging.
I have a list.
But my blood pressure is rising rapidly this morning.
I feel certain there is no way I can get everything done. No way.
So Paul calls to check in.
I answer in the "traveling tomorrow voice".
Paul says, "What's wrong?"
I say, "WE ARE LEAVING TOMORROW. I'm freaking out. And I will be freaking out all day. Just know that."
Because I have now given up on avoiding the "travel fight".
I am now embracing it. It is inevitiable. We all just need to accept it.
I swear I could see his face through the phone.
It wasn't happy.
And that made me all the more frustrated.
Doesn't he KNOW I do this? EVERY TIME?
Is it just me? I am just a raging lunitic?
More to come later on my "night before the day before traveling nightmares".