There’s a good chance my husband and the teen will be stark, raving mad before July rolls around. It’s no secret I’m a bit obsessive. I like things laid out, from A to Z, in detail. I don’t like surprises or detours and I never, ever just “roll with it”.
The surprise is the short kid. His obsession with preparing himself for the trip to Anaheim for the RWA National Conference in July puts even me to shame. Every day he comes up with an issue that absolutely ties him into knots.
Saturday: Fear he won’t be able to take a certain treasured possession. (Made better by my solemn vow that, even if I have to wear the same damn clothes all week until I’m a rumpled and smelly mess, there will be room in the luggage for treasured possession.)
Sunday: Sudden, paralyzing fear he will forget said treasured possession when we check out of the hotel. (Made better by my solemn vow I’ll set an alarm on my phone reminding me to doublecheck for it.)
Monday: Fear the airport folks will touch his “personal areas”. (Made better by dad demonstrating a pat-down, assurance it’s over before you know it, and the solemn vow any touching is done in front of dad.)
This morning: What if the flight attendants have a meltdown and nobody will let him have a drink? (Probably triggered by the news story about that attendant that flipped out, combined with the fact the short kid dehydrates quickly so we always have a water bottle, but can’t take one on the plane.) (Made better by my solemn vow we’ll go in the plane’s bathroom and drink out of the damn sink if we have to.)
There are a LOT of days between now and July 21st. I might need to start writing down these solemn vows.