You may not know this, but I do not like to travel.
Traveling means leaving my comfort zone.
Leaving my comfort zone triggers my crazy side.
My crazy side manifests itself as a main course of free floating anxiety with a side order of irritable.
Yesterday I started packing for our trip to New York City on Friday. Some trips are easy to pack for.
Going to the beach? Bathing suits and sunscreen. Easy
Going to an elegant wedding in New York City which will be preceded by a rehearsal dinner and followed by a brunch? Not so easy.
There is so much to remember.
In addition to needing to pack "nice" clothes, I have to remember all of the instruments of beauty- the curling irons, bobby pins, headbands, hair spray, steam rollers, jewelry, special cosmetics for nights out, Spanx, panty hose and a bunch of other stuff which I can't remember and won't bore you with.
We are also going to be doing some sightseeing so add comfortable shoes, jeans and sweatshirts to the suitcase.
Plus, my evening bag, bathing suits for the pool, ear plugs, my noise machine and special pillow.
What if I forget the girls flower girl dresses? Or my 7.99 thrifted Ralph Lauren gown? Or what if one of my dogs sneaks into the car when no one is looking and he comes to New York City with us?
I just know that I am forgetting something deeply critical which will cause the fall of civilization as we know it!
Usually I like to do a little junking to calm my nerves but I am too busy double checking my list and driving my children all over town to properly self medicate.
For now I am hiding under the covers and snuggling my dogs.
Feel free to send chocolate. Chocolate stuffed with xanax.