Is it just me or does going out of town stress you out? Here is my normal modus operandi when I'm preparing to go out of town:
- Think about all the packing I need to do. (even if "all the packing" is not very much packing)
- Think about it some more.
- Think about how I want my house clean because who wants to come home to a messy house?
- Friday morning rolls around and I think some more about how I want things clean and what I need to do.
- Do all the laundry I have piled up. For some reason, I feel compelled to have completely empty laundry baskets when I leave town. Although in recent weeks, this has changed because of our new bathroom in the basement. You see, it's half bathroom, half laundry room, complete with a five foot folding countertop. It's amazing! I am suddenly the Laundress Queen Extraordinaire and I do my laundry, folded and put away ALL. THE. TIME. It's simply amazing what a difference a beautiful space does to your desire, not to mention functionality, of keeping it in order.
- Think about how I need to clean out the car before we leave, because who wants to travel in a messy car?
- Get stressed out by all the things I need to.
- "Rest" from all the thinking via brain-check-out, courtesy of the internet.
- Waste too much time online and finally pull myself away.
- Mentally kick myself because I've wasted so much time and I have so much to do.
- Run around like a crazy person trying to get ready. This stage involves a lot of sweaty armpits and may or may not involve *actually* cleaning the car and my house, depending on just how much time got wasted on the internet. (Yes, I just said sweaty armpits on my blog. Uncensored.)
- Leave at least one hour later than I wanted to.
- More metal butt-kicking.
- Fall asleep in car, conditions pending. *This final step has temporarily been bumped from "pending" to "omitted" thanks to the recent addition of one Brynja Leigh to our family. :o)
For those of you who may be shaking your head in disbelief at my self-sabotaging ways (myself included), I would like to report that, while this has been my *normal* M.O. for most of my life (except the internet part... that particular distraction only showed up in the last five years or less), I am slowly changing my ways. The old Clancy was so dependably late. It was just ridiculous. And, thus, the old Clancy would mentally rip herself to ribbons. The inner critic had a heyday between the time-wasting, messy house, messy car, piles of laundry, and extreme lateness to top it all off. It was a Self-Deprecation Party of epics proportions.
The new Clancy (which is actually still the old Clancy, but a Clancy that is trying everyday to improve herself in small ways and learning to love herself unconditionally regardless of her apparent successes or failures) has, for the last few out-of-town excursions, been ready at a decent time with, at minimum, a partially clean house, or a house at a higher level of clean than she started the day with.
This last Friday, I managed to be ready by about 4:00, which was the time we were slotted to leave. We didn't leave until about 6:00, but this was, in fact, due to Big O Tires and not due to Clancy. We took our car in for new tires, an alignment and a replacement of "sway bar bushings" (whatever those are) and ended up having to replace the "inner tie rods" as well. So, an extra $200 and an additional two hours, we left feeling much safer on our journey to the City of Salt.
I'm so proud of me. :-)