Now I may cause some debate in saying this but I despise packing and organising things to get ready to go away for a long period of time. My definition of a ‘long time’ is approximately a week by the way. Don’t get me wrong, even a weekend away may stress me out a little but nowhere near as much as a week does.
We only have 2 – 3 trips away a year which are a week long – it’s not a frequent thing, but a few days before the departure date, I turn into an absolutely lunatic.
Well, unfortunately for my hubby, the time has now come to start thinking about packing for our trip to the South West. The shear thought of having to start thinking about packing is making me hyperventilate and go all light headed.
Don’t get me wrong, when it was just hubby and I, I would still think the same but I may not hyperventilate as much as I do now, having to think about little man as well.
Trying to fit a 6 hour journey into his routine is near on impossible and it just is not going to happen – hence our trip is starting at approximately 4am in the morning next week to get us down there. Hubby and I both know that we will pick little man up from his cot all cosy and sleepy, put him in his car seat and he will then spend the next 3 hours (first leg of the journey to my parents) staring out the window and not sleeping like intended – but I am mentally prepared for this to happen.
What I am not mentally prepared for is anything else that I haven’t got my head around. It’s this whole OCD routine issue rearing its ugly head again!
What us mummy’s go through trying to organise a little person’s life into a bag is just pure stress. Does he need the high chair? Does he need 20 different pairs of trousers and 30 types of top? How does a whole box of wet wipes make their way into the car for the journey when you only go through maybe 2 or 3 packs a week? The questions get more and more ridiculous and I get more and more stressed out.
So where is Daddy when all this packing and organisation fiasco is taking place? Usually sat watching TV or sat on the edge of the bed waiting to be yelled at for just sitting there. Even though he does attempt to help, he just gets yelled at anyway.
And the cat? Well he usually ends up sitting in the bag of clean, freshly folded clothes as if to say ‘you are not going without me and that’s the end of it.’
Now don’t get me wrong, when I get to my final destination I do take a step back and try and relax as much as I can. How can you not enjoy having grandparents to help out with little man, and have the opportunity to go out in the day on your own for an hour with hubby? Imagine that? Something so simple that so many people take for granted. It is unheard of when you live in Busy Working Mummy land with no family around, so I do enjoy taking advantage when I can.
So this is what my next few days will consist of: mental preparation of sitting down and being able to do nothing for a week (I need preparation, doing nothing doesn’t come easily to me) and the thought process of how to pack my house up for the trip, which brings me back to earth with a bump!
Signing off for the day
Busy Working Mummy XOXO