It's getting close and I'm more and more ready for out 5:00 am departure on Tuesday, July 1, 2014.
Here's what I've done today:
Cleaned out the refrigerator. I love this phase. It means that
I have rendered our kitchen empty enough that I am no longer under any obligation to cook I am diligently working to ensure that our house is ready for a smooth departure. (I am fighting the urge to feel self-righteous about this.)
Washed, ironed and packet my clothes (o.k.- well almost all of that). I still have to pull out the d*** iron. I won't be doing a very good job of ironing my clothes because I'm pretty sure that by the time I pull them out of the suitcase they'll look like thrice-used tissue paper. Hummm... perhaps I should rethink the whole idea of ironing anything? O.K., talked myself into no ironing. Checked that sucker off the list.
Matched, labeled, and packed plugs and cords. Now this may not seem like big job, but
I manage to make it a huge undertaking it is a lot of work! Every electrical device that I own came with its "birth- mother plug and cord". I like to keep things that way. I do not like "foster parent" cords and plugs with any of my devices. So here's my system... each plug is labeled with the name of the device it belongs to. Next to the name of the device is a very creative symbol (square, circle, etc.). That symbol is then marked on the "correct" cord. It's a perfect system until... Cheech starts borrowing plugs and cords and mixing and matching them. At this point I
go nuts patiently explain my system. Cheech then
goes nuts patiently explains that plugs and cords are universal and are designed to be mixed and matched. This conversation has been happening every vacation for about 10 years now. We have learned to
stop the conversation when one or both of us starts foaming at the mouth gracefully accept each others differences. And there is a great example of successfully managing a first-world problem.
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