Motivation

I'd say spring is officially here.  Finally.  Took it long enough.  But looking outside today at the sunshine and blue skies, the lovely green buds on the trees, I'd say it's here to stay.  If it weren't...if it were just teasing me, yet again...I'd have to pick up and go spend a week on the beach in Mexico.

Oh wait, I am going to spend a week on the beach in Mexico!  In just three short days (or really, they'll probably be the longest days ever...you know how it is when vacation is just within a fingertips' reach...), Hubs, myself, and another couple will be heading to the airport for our long-awaited trip.  This is an end-of-the-school-year-for-Hubs/needing-to-get-a-break-after-the-long-winter/1st-anniversary kind of vacation.  All those things rolled into one.  And saying "we're excited" would be an understatement.  When our plane lands on Sunday, and we drop our stuff off at the resort, you better believe I'm heading straight for the beach.  Can't wait to feel the hot sun on my face, smell the salty air, hear the seagulls and crashing waves, and squish the sand between my toes.  And no, I don't say all this to make you jealous.  I say all this to motivate me.  "Motivation for what?" you ask...

The motivation to pack.  I hate packing.  It feels like it takes me years to pack.  Hubs could pack for a month-long trip in about 15 minutes.  I, on the other hand, take about a week.  And that's just for a 2-day trip.  Forget about a week-long trip.  (I have no idea how I packed for my 3 and half week trip to France. My mom probably helped me.)

I just never know what I need. What I want. How much. How little. I can't decide what outfits to bring. Do I color coordinate all my clothes so I only have to bring one pair of shoes? Should I bring 3 jackets or 4?  How about the kitchen sink? I roll my clothes. I unroll them and fold them. I re-roll them.  I pack shoes.  Unpack shoes. Put one shoe in one pouch, put the second shoe in a different pouch. Going to Antarctica? I might need a bathing suit.  Going to the Equator?  Better bring my snow boots. And don't even get me started on toiletries. Packing just ends up overwhelming me so much that I put it off 'til the last minute and then I either stay up way too late the night before leaving, or I am still packing about 2 seconds before I need to walk out the door.  And yes, I'm also that girl that occasionally must sit on her suitcase to close it. But then again, I've been known to get all my stuff in one little (albeit, overstuffed) backpack. Explain that one. I can't.

And yes, I know some of you will say, "You should really make a list." I've tried it. Packing lists just aren't my thing. I still make them, but they inevitably do me no good. Maybe someday they'll help. No, probably not.  Lord, help me whenever I have kids and have to pack for them, too. We probably just won't go anywhere until they can pack for themselves.

Anyway, I say all this to say, if anyone would like to come pack my bag for Mexico for me, I'd be much obliged. :) If I have no takers, then who knows, maybe this time I'll just pack a bathing suit and towel and call it a day.  'Cause really, what else do you need on the beach? 

Ok, who am I kidding, on Saturday at 9:59 p.m. as we are about to head to the airport at 10:00 p.m., I will be putting the last few items in my bag.  'Cause, after all, that's just how I roll.