Ugh -- this is totally me. I don't know what the deal is, but I just can't find the motivation to pack my suitcase. We're going to Walt Disney World on Monday, so I have to be packed by tomorrow night. Neither Rick or I have any motivation to get it done. In fact, Rick keeps telling me to pack mine so I can do his bag. Yeah right. That isn't going to happen, especially since I had to pack the boy's suitcases earlier this week. Three bags is my limit.
It's kind of weird because when we went to WDW last year, I had my suitcase out months in advance. I guess maybe that was because I had to buy all new clothes because of my weight-loss, so that just made it a little easier knowing what I'd wear. It's not really that I don't know what to pack this year. It's just that I don't seem to have the desire. Packing is supposed to be fun, isn't it? They say the most fun part of any trip is getting ready to go. My mother-in-law has been packed since February. She's a crazy woman!
Maybe it's the weather. Yeah, yeah ... I'll blame it on the weather. It's just too nice outside to be stuck in the house fishing through my closet. I think I'll go make myself an icy, chocolate protein shake and get back on the deck. With any luck, my suitcase will pack itself. Yeahrightsure.