Traveling and Planning

Okay, so I am going on a trip... a vacation... first one in... well, let's just say "many" years.

I am one who has to plan - I am far from spontaneous. Drop everything and go? Only if I can make sure I have it planned. Anyway, we have had tickets for months now and the flight is around the corner. I know what I need to pack and know what to bring, but getting it from my list and brain into the suitcase is a whole different story.

(Unfortunately this is a part of my many flaws... I can plan and plan... and then power it out the 25th hour... just like Christmas shopping or planning a party... know it's coming, have all the plans, wait until the last minute to finish everything!)

Okay, anyway, back to the vacation on the horizon. This is my son's first trip and he is so excited that he is driving me crazy. He is packing and unpacking, counting hours and minutes, making lists and checking them twice, along with asking a million questions.

I, on the other hand, am stressing... making sure we have everything, making sure we won't have trouble getting through security, making sure we have enough money, making sure he has everything, hoping he has a good time, making sure everything gets done at work before I walk away from my desk for a few days... I stress over these things.

I just want everything to be perfect. I know I can't control EVERYTHING, but I like I think and hope I can. I just want him to have a good time and remember this for the rest of his life.

My biggest stressor is worrying about everyone else and hoping they have a good time. I don't worry about me... it's the rest of the world I worry about.

I just hope we have a good time... and I don't give myself an ulcer over all this!

Before I was a mom...

I worked, I lived, and that was it. Nothing special, nothing important, nothing drop-dead fabulous. Just a working stiff since high school, still with no popularity, and truly no social life. I was just a face in the crowd. Now my son, fourteen years old, is the center of my world. He has pushed me and challenged me, forcing me to step outside my comfort zone and be a little spontaneous. I also know, that as a mom, I don't sleep well or even through the night. I wake to every sound... The thunder, the sleep-talking, the 5-lb snoring and wheezing cat. Yep, I am a mom, running on no sleep, and loving it anyway.

One of THOSE days

Have you ever had a day when everything seemed to go wrong... Or at least not as expected? I tossed and turned all night, woke up 40 minutes later than normal, my day at work was rough with the conversion, my mind is going in so many different directions. So much to do, so many things to complete, either no time, or not enough time, to accomplish anything!! I just want to crawl under my covers and hide.