I swear, the fates are conspiring against me for my weekend trip to DC…and it’s actually comical at this point. But let me backtrack just a bit.
It started last night (the night before I leave), when I went to get my carryon suitcase. It was nowhere to be found. It’s always right there, sitting in the guest room. But it wasn’t. So I looked and I looked and I looked. I looked in every bedroom, in every closet, every storage area, inside other suitcases (!), under beds, in the unused shower—I even looked in the trunk of Tom’s car!! And it was nowhere. I thought I had to be going crazy, so I started looking again, figuring I just had to have overlooked it. And I made the rounds again. And then a third time. By this time, I was frantic. I had no other suitcases that were the right size—the train station I am leaving from has no checked baggage, which means I am only allowed carryons (of a certain size, of course). So I called a neighbor and they said they had a smallish one, but I could use it. Of course, it’s smaller than mine, but what can you do? So now I am taking two smaller carryons instead of my perfect-sized carryon. I dashed off an email to Tom in the hopes that he would get it and call me, telling me where the suitcase was. At that point, I started thinking maybe we loaned it to someone??? But I don’t remember that. Oh, and another suitcase is missing as well. So how do TWO suitcases completely disappear?
And that was the start of the night…at 8:30. (It was so late because I had had dinner at a neighbors—thinking it would be a nice relaxing time before the craziness of packing and the weekend. Which it was, except I ate too much!)
So as I’m continuing to pack—now COMPLETELY thrown because I don’t have my suitcase and I’m still just COMPLETELY flabbergasted as to where it could be—other things start going wrong.
The six luggage tags I recently bought (well okay, back in December)? Yeah, I can only find one and need two. Of course, the suitcase I want and can’t find already has one one it. (And yes, I know the station will have them, but that’s not the point of the story!)
The purse I wanted? Coulnd’t find. (I found a bunch of other ones, but not the one I wanted.)
The wallet I wanted? Couldn’t find. And of course I know I’ve seen it lately, but don’t have the time to search the house for the fourth time.
The PJs I wanted? Couldn’t find. Then I found just the tops. Then much later I found the bottoms in another drawer.
The nail polish I wanted to wear? Couldn’t find. At this point, it was about 10pm.
Of course, I hate all of my clothes because I have nothing cute that fits, so that was annoying me (and depressing me). And what shoes do you take to DC? None of my cute shoes (that go with any of my outfits) are good for walking around that much. And I’m not wearing tennis shoes or crocs with dress pants. So that was irritating me. And it just felt like I was spinning my wheels—time was quickly passing and I didn’t seem to be getting anything accomplished.
Then, good news: I found the nail polish! Then, bad news: through a bizarre chain of events, the bottle got knocked off my dresser and I now have a lovely 10″ streak of red nail polish spilled all over the bedroom carpet (as a matter of fact, the same lovely shade of the kitchen grout). At that point, I actually broke down and cried. I tried a few quick things to get the polish out—none of which really worked. I ran to google and found a few more hints—one of which sort of was working, but would have taken forever, and by that time the rest of it was dry, so I figured I didn’t really have to rush and why worry about it at that point. I emailed Tom and asked him how he felt about hardwood floors in the bedroom.
So, by this time, it’s almost midnight so I hope Tom will call. And he did! He was sure he knew where the suitcase was so cool, I was thrilled. Except it wasn’t there. So I sent him another email, hoping he would see it and call me again. No dice. I think by the time I fell asleep it was almost 1am.
So this morning, I was awoken at 6am by the loud barfing of my dear Bella. That was a lovely mess to clean up when I was dead tired and really didn’t have the time.
Then I went to find my favorite lipstick, which I had thought was in my purse. Which it wasn’t. And I couldn’t find it anywhere—so I just thought, Oh I will pick some up at Target. Then I remembered Target doesn’t carry that brand. So I thought—Walgreens has everything. Except they didn’t! So I bought a new brand which completely sucks and will be going back. When I have time.
I just can’t wait to see what else possibly goes wrong. I certainly hope the rest of the weekend gets better…
Oh, wait—there is one positive note! My dog sitter said he would pick Maggie (and her crate!) up instead of me having to haul everything to their house! Yea!