What's worse than dirty underwear?

The answer: dirty socks. I'm thinking of this because I'm packing. When G had his first shunt revision, hubby and I didn't pack anything when we went to the appointment. We live about two hours away from the hospital, so I'm not sure what we were thinking. G was admitted and had surgery that afternoon. It was a Monday, and we came home by Wednesday. I was able to survive the underwear, pants, shirt, but the socks were giving me heaves when I had to put them back on in the mornings. I shudder at the memory.

We've been through a few more unexpected surgeries since then, and I bring extra underwear, but I definitely overpack socks.

G has an appointment today for a CT scan. His behavior has changed, and we're thinking shunt. I hope I'm wrong.

Packed!

I did it! I packed my and the kids' bags yesterday. I was on the ball. I also was very motivated and put alllll of hubby's clothes away. I hung stuff in the closet, and I put them in a specific order. I also put the rest of his stuff in his dresser, so it was funny when he went to pack and was looking for stuff.

Today is another gray day. November days are so dreary sometimes. It's been a beautiful November, though, so I'm not going to complain too much.

Yesterday, the cows were out. I heard them bellering, and I could tell something was up. I looked out the upstairs window, and sure enough, they were munching on my lawn. I called FIL, and the kids and I watched him round them up with his four-wheeler.

Well, off I go to prepare the rest of my stuff for this trip. I've got plenty yet to accomplish.

Finding Motivation

In highschool, I was a major procrastinator. I always managed to get my work done and in on time, but I always put it off to the last possible minute. Here I am, doing this kind of behavior again. I have many, and I mean many, things to accomplish before we head off on a trip to rural IA. I have to pack for a three day trip, and I have to pack for three kids, a baby, and me. Hubby does his own packing. :)

It must be warmer outside, but I haven't left my house to find out. The snow is melting, though. It's almost gone. The sky is still gray, and it looks like it's misty.

So, why I am sitting on here reading blogs and posting? Packing, washing laundry and dishes, making beds, all that good stuff, just seems so daunting. I think the caffeine I ingested this morning is starting to kick in. I don't feel dead tired anyway.