Procrastination

Avoidance, dragging my feet, stalling, postponement, looking the other way...

This is what happens when you're a packrat. You find things in your closet that are a trend again, except they're about 10 sizes too small and in god-awful colours. You also find all the receipts you've squirreled away so that you don't have to acknowledge how many times a year you really visit the Children's Place, Old Navy and H & M. Hubster's not an "I told you so" type of guy, because if he were, he'd be having a Hey Day with me right now. I don't have a single "purging" cell in my body. Purging - what's that, a new Bodyjam krump move?

Darn, I've got to go pack and cover up any exposed inch of whatever I might want to keep, which is EVERYTHING! All the little things I've stashed here and there, have to finally be looked at and tossed if I'm not going to need it this century. And it doesn't help that it's hot as Hades outside, so about 999 degrees inside with the air conditioning on.

Because come tomorrow, when the our tiling guru comes in with his crew, my humble abode will become a DUST-O-RAMA of the highest degree. And we've got to be out of here yet again. To visit with the grandparents at their condo; timing is actually not bad as they do their cross-town shifts during the day with the newest grandkids on the block. A-packing I will go again, for me, my kids and I. Ian's good with his bathing suit, pair of shorts, pair of jeans and a couple of T's. And no blackberry - he's on vacation.

I'm feeling a tiny bit of what a nomad's life must be like. I'm hoping to learn how to pack more lightly through this process. I never thought I'd say this, but honestly, how many pairs of shoes does a girl really need? Okay, scratch that --hubster apparently doesn't read this blog, but you never know...

Thank goodness it's not winter, or where would I put all those parkas?