I’m a planning/organizing geek. Or maybe freak is a better fit.
Either way, when I realized just how short of a time-frame I would be packing up our household (mostly solo), I grabbed a pen and paper and Made A LIST! Then, I drew out a master schedule, day-by-day and assigned tasks accordingly. Visit from Sister and Brother-In-Law, no problem! I left those days blank. Birthday Party? Check! I got it covered. Until a couple of days ago, I was not only on target, but possibly a little ahead of schedule.
Then, Mr Crabby Pants took a little tumble, and landed just so as to end up needing a staple in his head.
Ok, I got it. We’re moving along. Of course for some reason that song “Kryptonite” keeps popping up in my head: If I go crazy, then will you still call me Superman? I attribute this partly to the Superman bandages I bought to prevent him from DIY staple removal.
What I did NOT plan on, was being rear-ended on my way home from church yesterday. It’s T-minus 3 weeks to till we are rolling out-of-town here and CAR REPAIRS were not on my master list! Thankfully we’re all ok. But, seriously, I need to be able to access my trunk.
I’m waiting for a claim rep to get in contact with me, “Sometime before 5”, according to the Customer Service Rep I talked with yesterday.
Can you hear my fingers drumming? Can you???