Packing Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I had no clothes on the boat. It wasn't a normal no clothes kind of dream. It was a more literal, I'm on the boat, and I have not bothered to pack any clothes. So all I have for the whole trip is the one outfit I'm wearing. In the course of the dream, my clothes become ragged and more tattered until I look like some kind of Dickensian urchin.

This dream was followed by a dream in which I missed the boat (literally, but probably also figuratively) and found that the whole trip had passed without me.

Needless to day, this woke me up and I lay there a little panicked until I realized it was just a dream.

Then I dreamed that I was giving the Math SOL test (there is absolutely no irony whatsoever to the name SOL in the Commonwealth of Virginia) and instead of my 19 kids, I had 32. This freaked me out because I only have 23 chairs in my room and I didn't know where to put them. Then I realized that someone had doodled on their bubble sheet. Someone else had bubbled in whole rows and I couldn't get it to erase cleanly.

Clearly I seem to be experiencing a little bit of stress. I wonder why?

We're getting close to the time when we need to pack everything and ship it out so that it is waiting for us when we get there. Apparently there is little to no storage on the boat and so most things need to be sent ahead and in boxes. This means that I have to pack a lot of what I am bringing in advance of the actual departure. So I will be left without a lot of the clothes I usually wear. Given my inabilities to put together a decent outfit in the mornings, this should present quite the challenge.

In getting ready for this packing, I also have found that Iggy has grown out of everything. His chompa (I don't know what the name of this is in English, it's a hoodie fleece thing that zips partially and has a big pocket in front), as it turns out is a size 7. I can't believe that my 4 foot 7 inch kid is still pulling this thing on! His feet have grown a size and a half and none of his socks or underwear fit. So this weekend it was off to Target to replace all of that. But where to find a chompa when it's routinely in the 80s? God love ebay!

I figure the packing is like ripping off a bandaid. If I do it, it will suck, but then it will be over and not as bad as I thought it would be. Right?