Packing

If you know me at all you know how much I hate packing. I simply loathe the very idea of packing items into a bag. I lack spatial awareness and an ability to really plan out the outfits I will need. I have got better but am still challenged by bags and stuff to put in them.

I know the tricks of rolling items up and sliding them into other things and making a padded area for wine and breakables. I had shoes stuffed with chocolate for the girls when I came back from New Zealand.

I usually get help by pretending to be utterly useless and overwhelmed by the whole process. There is a slight element of truth to this.

Once when I was staying on a British Army base in Germany I was so paralyzed by packing for a return to trip to my then home in Austria that a friend called the guard room and 2 delightful young uniformed chaps arrived and with military precision fit the proverbial elephant into a matchbox then drove me to the train station. How can I top that? I get guys to do my bidding!

The routine is something along the lines of I select my clothing and dump them on the bed then hubby comes along, laughs and culls my choice. Then we can pack. I need the company and support.

This has now become such a ridiculous psychological barrier that I am unable to get passed it. I panic at the thought of packing for a long trip and I am off tomorrow.

I sometimes think that knickers, passports and a toothbrush is all you need and I could pack that all by myself but what about the shoes?

I am delaying the inevitable by writing this instead of looking through the wardrobe and gathering outfits for 9 days. I will need warm, waterproof clothing and my killer dress for the reunion. Easy you cry. I think not.

I will have to build in a reward for this. Chocolate? Nah. I have 1 last piece of my delicious fudge from the Fudgehenge I made for a friend for his birthday. It is time to savor this last morsel and what better reason that this? At least it won't take up extra space in the case!