I have so much to do before we leave for Bear Lake tomorrow morning, and instead of actually doing any of it, I am a) writing lists about what I need to do, but not actually doing anything, (so far I am up to 5 separate lists) b) lazing around the www, c) drinking copious amounts of Diet Coke, and d) getting anxious.
None of which is really helping.
I'm just a giant lazy slug that needs to get up and start moving! But I have no motivation. Why can't Brandon go grocery shopping and pack the kids' clothes? Why can't Brandon vacuum the house? Why can't Brandon take out the garbages? Oh yeah, because I've already written a separate list for him to do, which involves all the grody stuff I don't want to do, like cleaning out the car, changing the litter, and washing the dishes. He loves me so he does these things. Also because I blackmail him with no sex if he doesn't. (That last part may or may not be true.)
I always get anxious when I leave town, even for a short trip. Don't get me wrong, I want to go, very much, and am looking forward to it, but there's always that little bit of anxiety I feel about not being in my comfort zone and sticking with my regular routine, etc. Also, I'm not much of a social butterfly, and there are going to be 8 other couples there, 2 of which I don't know at all, so I hope that I don't get overwhelmed and get too quiet, like I tend to do in large groups of people. Hmmmm.
Okay, better bounce. Whit just walked in the door and we're dragging our lazy butts to Noodles for some noodley deliciousness. Wish me luck getting all this crap done!