It hit me yesterday, "You know, I only have two days to get everything done." "Everything" involves...
- Getting the house in decent shape since I probably won't be cleaning it again until October
- Doing some grocery shopping. (The Engineer will be home while we're gone, and he's gotta eat! Plus, we need diapers and snacks for the trip.)
- Folding a mountainous pile of laundry.
- Packing for three people.
- Getting some financial stuff in order.
- Doing several hours of real estate work.
- Doing a bit of blogging.
But I have to say, it's been nice not being stressed out about this trip a week in advance. When the whole family is leaving and we get a housesitter, I feel the pressure to get the house in abnormally gorgeous condition before we leave.
When The Engineer is here instead of a housesitter...well, I want it to look nice, but if it was perfect, he just wouldn't feel at home, right? Besides, I figure most of his time will be spent at work or upstairs playing X-Box, with no wife to nag him with annoying requests like, "Please change Zoodle's diaper!" and "Let's eat dinner!" (In all fairness, I must tell you he is careful to try to keep his video game playing in perspective so that his family is higher priority, and I really appreciate that. I'm also glad he'll have lots of guilt-free X-Box time while we're gone.)
It's kind of like when we were engaged. Our engagement was fairly short, and I remember telling people, "Hey, planning a wedding would stress me out no matter what; might as well be stressed for four months instead of a year." So, I've got two crazy days (one by the time this posts) to get a whole lot done, but I guess it's better than worrying about it for weeks.
And if The Engineer has to fight off a few killer dust bunnies while we're gone, that's just the way it goes.