Friday morning, the family climbed into the politically-incorrect SUV and drove on down to Richmond, VA, to visit close friends. I should say, the hubby, child and dog climbed in. Here's what I did to prepare for this trip.
Laundry in preparation of travel. Located 3 bathing suits (pool on premises, wheeeee) Set up cat's things for cat sitter - all food (dry and wet) with accompanying bowls and plates, medicine, notes for each item. Packed my suitcase. Packed daughter's suitcase. Packed daughter's sleeping bag and pillow. Made sure hubby had packed allergy meds, wallet, gps. Packed all meds and creams and shampoos for special needs (except for hubby's - his job, he just gets questioned about it). Packed road snacks. Packed dog items for kennel (food, blanket, toys, meds -- we're a bunch of sickos apparently). Packed CDs for road listening pleasure. Packed daughter's toys and books and stuffed animals in her backpack. Pack sunscreen and sunglasses. Watered plants. Made sure that birds and squirrels would be fed in our absence.
Then, an hour down the road, someone had the gall to ask ME if I had packed their swim goggles. I said, "No. I did not." Someone said, "Mama forgot my swim goggles." I said, "No, I did not forget your swim goggles. You did. Your daddy did. But I DID NOT." Hubby says, "We all forgot your swim goggles." I recited the list above, and once again stated, "I did NOT forget your goggles.
Shit. Is it because I have tits and ovaries that I'm supposed to remember to pack all the above, including the damn swim goggles? I think not.
Next time, I'm putting my stuff in (and dog's I guess), and I'm climbing in and putting on my CD and screw the rest of 'em. They can wear soiled undies and sneeze from allergies and itch because they have the wrong shampoo and have nothing to read or write with and no stuffed animals and no wallet and nothing to eat but McDonalds (wait, the hubby did prepare sandwiches) no pillows no sunglasses burn from lack of sunscreen. And no freakin' swim goggles.
I see myself as an artist. Others see me as a housewife. Too often, I see the glass as half-full. With a crack in it. I am usually a quiet, shy person. This is the place where I can be my inner, not-so-quiet self.
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