travel preparation

Before I tell you about my latest adventure in traveling... because nothing is ever dull when it comes to me traveling... I must first set the stage.

We we taking off for St. Louis last Thursday right after work/school.  I was flying this time.  I hate flying.  But it was a quick weekend trip and flying just made more sense.  So I decided that I must be completely and compactly packed before going to bed on Wednesday. 

I packed Ladybug while she bathed.  I packed me while she slept.  Really it was a piece of cake.  And the only thing I forgot to pack was the charger for my camera (which explains the limited number of photos I have from the trip).  I should be good at packing after all the trips we have done this year.

After fully packing, I decided that I needed to clean up a little.  I mean, who likes coming home from a trip to a messy house?  And I had a few issues that really needed to be handled.  When I last cleaned and decorated Ladybug's room I removed the rug that had been in her room.  I rolled up the rug and threw it down the stairs.  Actually, I threw it about half way down the stairs because I am weak.  And there it stayed.  For about a week.  We walked around it.  Ignored it. 

But eventually I got paranoid.  You may remember from other recent posts that I am not the most graceful person.  And I began to get scared that I might trip over it and go flying down the stairs.  So I rolled it up and I put it in the storage room.

This got me to thinking.  I have a rug in the living room too.  This rug has been a pain in my butt since moving in here.  It will not stay in one place.  It has grown legs and it scoots itself around my living room.  Which causes it to bunch and create hills and valleys.  It inches it's way under my desk.  It tries to climb up the entertainment center.  I even went out and bought a no skid pad to go under the rug.  It is suppose to keep it in one place.  It doesn't work.

So last Wednesday I got really paranoid.  I became convinced that I was going to trip over the rug some day soon and break a toe.  I do this a lot so it was not out of the realm of possibility -- no matter how paranoid it may seem.  So I rolled up the rug and put it in the storage room. Problem solved.

With all my chores done I sat down and relaxed.  And when it was time to go to bed, I stood up.  On my carpet -- that had no wandering rug on it. 

I took one step. 

Kicked the ottoman. 

And broke my toe.

My baby toe.  The same toe I broke in July.  The same toe I break every time.

So in less than 24 hours I would be hobbling through an airport on a freshly broken toe.  Fun!

Luckily, I found my "broken toe boot" in my car -- where I also found a drunk person leaning up against my car puking.  And I found a percocet in my purse, left over from breaking my toe in July.

There has to be a way to stop doing this.

Mean Mama