Type B Packs for a Trip

So, tomorrow we're leaving for Chicago for a whole week.

To say I'm excited is an understatement.  I could barely choke down food today.  This whole day has been like the night before an elementary school field trip.

Amplified by coffee. And free will. And no nametags. And my two trip buddies are my favorite people in the world, instead of some random kid my teacher randomly paired me with that isn't even my BFF. I digress.

Harper and I have been on the move all day, only pausing for one long nap coinciding with a windshield replacement in our front yard.  Boy.  That's a story for another day.

We're packed for tomorrow. Food bag, game/toy bag, Harper clothes, Daddy clothes, Mom clothes. Shoes. Power cords. Chargers. Cameras. Every eventuality is covered.

The car has been vacuumed out, much to Harper's horror/delight.

The house is spotless. ..because what's better than coming home from a long trip to a sparkly clean house?

My bulldog of a next door neighbor knows we'll be leaving tomorrow and to be on the lookout for lurkers.  ..I swear, we should be paying her instead of ADT.

Our neighbor across the street will be picking up our mail beginning tomorrow and doing daily checks.

Our bills are paid.

Loose ends? I have none.

We are ready in an extremely Type A way. 

Since we're leaving tomorrow morning at 4:00 a.m.,  I packed our car this afternoon.  

As I did so, I lamented that, for tonight, we'd have to use old toothbrushes and I'd have to coax an old hair dryer to run and make do with second-string cosmetics, but it would be worth it.  We'd be up and out of the house as quickly as possible.

About an hour after I took that, "Ahh.. it's done" breath, I realized that today is Thursday.

And we aren't leaving until Saturday.

And now I'm going to get my toothbrush and phone charger out of the car.

Goodnight.