No matter what — and this has been for the 22+ years we’ve been together — we just can’t seem to get away from packing the car the moments before a roadtrip. Yes, it’s trouble.
The trouble for me is that — well, I’m realizing this now — after schlepping everything to the car, Hugo will usually tell me to pack light next time. He just doesn’t just tell me. It’s a bit of a grumble. It’s a happy grumble. I don’t mind it.
What does get me is that this little grumble threatens the survivability of my stash of books, notebooks, techie junk, (I’m taking a keyboard), stuffable purse items and whatever else I usually find absolutely necessary to take with me. These, I load them all myself, ALWAYS, but that doesn’t negate the timorous feeling I have in my tummy when we finally buckle up. I’ll cover it up with cheer and distraction, a prayer as we launch ourselves into the familiar, and when the distraction is over, I feel overwhelmingly successful. Like a kid who drank soda before going to bed.
This was first Little Notebook note to myself. Blog post accomplished. 🙂