My usual MO - Packing
Tomorrow Jack and I are heading out to Texas. I’m dropping him off with my parents and then heading over to sxsw. I’m attempting to pack. I’ve been thinking about it for like a week. I always think about for too long, adjusting my strategy, rethinking my strategy and then ditching it completely in favor of all out panic.
Last night in the middle of the night in between anxiety dreams I woke up with the brilliant idea of bringing a travel mug for my coffee. wow. so genius it hurts…
My dreams last night were rather hideous. Most of them were about having to climb very rickety ladders and balance on them all while writing computer programs and wondering wtf. Then I had one in which I met a person from my elementary school who had everything I wanted and I felt like a loser.
This is the first plane flight in which Jack will have his own seat. We have a window and an middle seat. I’m thinking about putting Jack in the middle seat and then pretending that I don’t know him. This time change has screwed up his sleep schedule and I’m all worried about what the flight will do to screw it up even more. We have to wake him up early to get to the airport and then he’ll miss his nap too. will he sleep on the plane?! I can’t picture it for some reason.
I’m dressing us in layers in case he barfs (please don’t barf!) and will have my computer so that he can watch a movie and I bought him some toy planes to play with too. I’ll bring books, other toys (maybe his doll Violet), pacifiers, his security blanket and snacks. Hopefully he will at least be in a good mood and cute at first and people wont be too mad at us later when we are both screamy, pooping and barfing.