Remember my giant piles of laundry to pack for camp from last year? They’re back. Except now I only have a few days to get it all together before we leave. I haven’t made a list, I haven’t packed a thing. I don’t even know what to pack our stuff into because I didn’t like the giant footlockers we brought with us last year but can’t think of anything better.
And every time I even think about packing, I think about that scene in A Few Good Men where Tom Cruise points out that the dead Marine hadn’t packed anything. Which makes me think that maybe the dude was just a procrastinator like I am. Or not. I mean, it was basically the turning point of the case and led him down the path that got Colonel Jessup to admit that “you’re goddamn right [he] ordered the code red!”
Then I play Candy Crush for 2 minutes, use up my one life and have to wait 30 minutes to get another one because Level 33 is the work of the devil.
Then I break up a fight amongst the boys. No one likes it when you repeat every word back to them.
Then I feed Spike and put him down for a nap.
Then I read my book.
Then I break up another fight. Seriously. Stop annoying each other.
Then I write blog posts about not packing.
Should you ever need help procrastinating, I’m your girl.
Thank god for Sergeant Handsome, without whom the clothing wouldn’t even be laundered and folded and ready to be packed. I should not call myself a legitimate adult. How ridiculous am I? These kinds of tasks are just not in my wheelhouse.
Send all the “concentrate” vibes you can to me over the next few days. And hope that I get everything together in time to get us all to camp.