My dining room has been a storage unit for several weeks now. It felt like an Amazon box arrived daily with some other goodie to add to the growing mountain of supplies. Every time the doorbell rang alerting us to another package at the door, I was celebrating…a celebration that eventually was paired with nail biting as I started to worry about how all these awesome supplies (oh, like over $700 worth!) were going to make it over there. Since I actually do want to take some clothing with me and one team member (a dude, of course) wants to only take a carry-on, I found someone willing to part with an old suitcase and decided I’d make that the supply case and check it under his name.
Can you just admire this for a minute with me?
Yeah…
I have a lot of gifts; but spatial skills is not one of them. So, yeah, I was feeling pretty darn awesome last night when I got every last crib mirror, sticker roll, toothbrush, and stacking cup in this bag and was able to zip it up. And, I’m sure you can also imagine then my face when we weighed my packing masterpiece and it was about 5 lbs. over the weight limit.
Oh, it will all get there, mind you. If I have to strap crib mirrors to each arm and leg and claim they are a new fashion trend, I will do that. But, seriously, over the weight limit? And, I still have some little spaces in there to fit a few more Little People figures.
Ugh.
My nails are embarrassingly short. I’m justifying their length by reminding myself that whenever I go to China, they always break anyway. But, the reality is, I’m at the stage of my journey when I find myself thinking something along the lines of “What the heck am I doing?”
Yeah, something truly that eloquent.
It would be so much easier to just stay home. I have four pretty young kids still who need me everyday. My husband is fully capable but leaving him for 12 days to fend for himself with these very demanding housemates is not the easiest thing. I’m missing some events that I really would have liked to be here for. Two kids have school pictures when I’m gone [I know that is a ridiculous thought to come into play here but I’m just being honest]. Oh, and the 13 hour plane ride? I mean, really; I’m literally going to the other side of the planet.
What in the world am I doing???
There goes another nail.
It happens every time. 6 days out…maybe I’m a little bit of an overachiever this time. Normally, it’s more like 2 days before I go.
Allow me a little space to preach to myself a bit, because I need it.
Here’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Here’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Here’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Here’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Here’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
He’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
6 more days.
