Thursday, January 8, 2009

Trying to prepare for travel

I'm good at my job.  I'm good at conventions.  I'm good at setting up the booth, entertaining customers, talking about my company, and generally doing what needs to be done.  I miss my family when I'm gone, but they know I'll be back, and I get to see a new part of the country.

I manage to find time to take mindless pictures and enjoy some time, even though we're terribly busy and the days can be 20 hours long.  I'm OK with going to conventions.  If I didn't have a family at home, I'd go to all of them.  I can't, though, because I DO have a family at home, and I miss them when I'm gone.  I get homesick.

Anyway, back to the point of the post.  (sorry it took so long.)  I get all weird before I leave.  3 days before, life goes on as normal.  I make no preparations.  I can't pack, because I don't have enough clothes to allow me to pack anything that far in advance.  I talk about the trip, so the girls will be prepared, but I do nothing to get ready to leave.

2 days before, I make minor preparations.  I bought some hose today, because I only had one pair in good shape.  I bought a shirt that will look good under the vest that I'm wearing, because it was on clearance for $4.  Still, nothing is packed.  This is the day that the weirdness sets in.

Here I am, 2 days before, and I won't go to bed.  I SHOULD go to bed.  I'll get 6 hours or less of sleep tomorrow night, by the time I stop at the store, get home, pack, go to bed, and get up at 3:45.  I know I'll be sorry that I've been up so late.  It's just that I feel defiant in a way.  This is freedom, and I'm going to savor it.

Childish?  Yeah.  TV is lame at this time of night.  I have nothing left to do on facebook or myspace, since my YoVille characters and my farms have all been tended to.  I keep looking at the clock and telling myself how sorry I'll be tomorrow.  I DON'T CARE!  Yeah, I do, but I get all defiant like a 4 year old kid.

Tomorrow, it's all business.  I'll go to work, come home, pack everything, grill myself 40 times about what I may be forgetting, and catch a few Zs before waking early and heading to the airport.

I'm ready, and I'm not.  I hope the girls are good to Kevin.  I hope the dog eats.  (he doesn't like to eat when we aren't all home.)  I hope the girls are OK walking to school, as cold as it will be at the beginning of the week.  I hope my flights aren't delayed.  I hope I can steal an hour here or there to take mindless pictures.  I hope I remember to take business cards.

Phoenix, here I come!

3 comments:

Celeste said...

have fun

Donna said...

Have Kevin bring Hawkeye out. Sadie can make him eat.

Anonymous said...

Will you have time to call Jeannine? I'm sure you can get a nice meal. Let me know and I'll give you her number. Be safe!!

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