Packing WarsPosted: March 15, 2011
I’m finding myself really easily distracted this week.
When I’ve a lot of things happening – especially things taking me away from my home – I find it really tough to concentrate on anything too taxing, which happens to include blogging.
I’ve a lot happening from now until Mid-April and my mind is constantly switching from one thing to the other, trying not to forget anything.
It kicks off this weekend with the Irish Blog Awards up in Belfast.
And yes I know I’ve been unusually quiet about them this year, but I’ll address that issue when I get some time next week.
I have my train ticket and event ticket, but I can’t bring myself to muster the energy required to buy sterling.
Damn you, UK….why couldn’t you switch to the Euro like everyone else!?
Yes our 1c coins may be tiny and pointless, but at least our coins look difference and non of them are the size of a ROCK.
I’m looking at you £1 Coin.
Also, I’m putting off planning what I’m going to pack.
I’m REALLY bad at packing.
And I mean REALLY.
I can’t bear to be too far away from a lot of my possessions and I’m very much a ‘What If’ packer –IE: What if it’s unseasonably warm, what if my hair gets frizzy, what if there’s a flood, etc.
Just for planning for hair alone I have to pack my heated rollers, GHD and hair-dryer, plus a paddle brush and medium barrel brush…and hair serum.
All of that for a two-day trip, during which I won’t be washing my hair.
That’s all just damage control.
Then there’s the outfit for the awards, which needs to stay un-wrinkled, so a suit bag will be robbed from The Boy.
This will include a separate jacket to the one I’ll be wearing during the day.
Speaking of which, what are y’all wearing to the IBAs?
Also needing to be packed are a change of clothes, sleeping attire and a gift for the lovely people who are putting me up for the night.
Oh and my Nikon D-SLR.
Oh and…..don’t worry, I’ll think of some other things.
I’m mental, seriously.
The Boy finds going on holiday with me very stressful during the packing process.
Thankfully, I have St Patrick’s Day** off from work to deal with this packing madness.
And then next week it will start all over again as I plan my packing for a weekend in Paris.
**That’s right, American Readers, PATRICK’S Day.
Paddy’s Day will also do.
Not Patty’s Day.
Patty is a GIRL’S name.
You’re insulting out Patron Saint when you call the day that.