When I was a kid, my mom always went into an organizing frenzy before we left on a trip. She supervised everyone's packing so we wouldn't leave anything important at home--like underwear. She packed every over-the-counter medication we owned in ziploc bags. (When we tease her about being a traveling pharmacy, she always reminds us of a time when she had a medicine we needed.) She also did something I didn't understand at all at the time: she cleaned the house. Well, it being my mom's house, it was clean to start with, but she gave the house a once-over before we left: did the dishes, made the beds, and vacuumed.
I thought she was crazy. All of this took up precious time when we could be closer to our destination: a motel with cable and a pool. Why not just leave the house the way it was and take care of cleaning it when we got back?
Also, in the middle of the frenzy, Mom would be noticeably tense. We had to be careful what we said to her, or she'd bite our heads off. I didn't understand this, either. We were going on a VACATION. What was there to be mad about?
Now, twenty-something years later, I would like to apologize to my mother for not understanding how she felt. I understand now. This afternoon I yelled at the kids numerous times for continuing to get out more toys when I had just cleaned up. I vacuumed and ran the dishwasher. Tomorrow I will break out the ziploc bags. I have become my mother.
And really, that's not such a bad thing.
I'll be back on Friday. Until I "talk" to y'all, have a great week!