So, what is an organizing mommy to do? My first instinct is to: get mad, dump her off with daddy or put in a movie. But it isn't taking care of the issue, in fact, it is just making it worse.
So, I lay on the couch with a cozy blanket and invite the little worry wort up with me. We snuggle and talk about every known and unknown detail that could ever be conjectured in her inventive mind right down to: "this is where you are going to sleep.." Half the time it is fiction, but what am I supposed to do?
So, then I let her watch me pack her suitcase. Every single day has an outfit with a clean pair of socks and underwear. The entire ensemble is bundled up with flat twine. Flat twine is that plastic stuff that comes on a roller for wrapping up tools. I discovered it in my husband's shop. He got it from Menards or the Tool Crib. So, we have five days worth of clothing "bundles" in her suitcase, along with a warm and cool pair of pajamas.
And then we proceed to pack the toy bag, and the sleeping bag and lay out the pillow, the boots, hats, gloves and jacket. Finally, it is time for the bath and pajamas. I am tired and looking at the clock. She does not want a bath, and I want her to have a bath. I'm too tired to be patient.
At this moment, my husband comes in. He was probably just looking for something, but I saw him at the "rescuer" and asked him to take over for 5 minutes. I needed oxygen. or a valium. not sure which. I opened the windows, even though it is -1 out. Five minutes isn't going to kill anyone, although I did notice my rosemary bush croaked. Oh well.
So, after the bath and pjs and teeth brushing, she just cuddled right up on my lap and went to bed. And I lived. Now to deal with my own pre-trip anxiety...
Where is this trip? I'm going to Chicago tomorrow for the week. The kids are heading north to WI to stay with friends, and Will and I are heading to Chicago for a class at Moody. I'll be checking in if I'm able...
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