The Art of Unpacking (or not)

Hey! I've got one follower! Ok, so I am the follower, but it's a start. I'm not writing so much for the following but for the needing to sit and do this. A cathartic writing experience. A writing burp. Hear that? Ah, I feel better already.

Today's Pro and Con/Do and Don't List:

Things I Can Do if I Don't Unpack Now:

1. Add to my blog
2. Shower
3. Nibble on sweets brought over from the States.
4. Read (just finished Julie/Julia)
5. Sleep (one hour nap today)
6. Think about stuff (constantly)
7. Sit outside and think about stuff and/or read (did that twice)
8. Go to the pub in an hour (after #2)
9. Complain about how badly I need to pack
10. Hold off on laundry (like this is any different to any other day, with or without suitcases)

Things I Can Do IF I Unpack Now:

1. Wear something different
2. Begin laundry (and we now all know how I feel about THAT)
3. Know where all the stuff is (and there is alot of STUFF)
4. Skype to our DC friends who wrote their address in a note - which is packed (shoulda stamped it on my forehead)
5. Use my favourite deoderant (which is packed)
6. Offer my child something else to wear besides the dregs of her dresser drawers.
7. Actually do something productive (besides writing on my blog, of course. Oh, and sleeping.)
8. Surprise the ever living crap out of my husband. (Now why would I want to do THAT??)
9. Walk in my bedroom without tripping over a suitcase (of which there are three).
10. Allow my husband to walk through the bedroom without tripping.

I know, I know, decisions decisions. I mean, what to do? If I unpack, well, I'm unpacked. If I don't unpack I could live out of these cases for, hell, months! I packed three weeks worth of stuff! Actually, it was much more than three weeks. I did try and at least touch each article of clothing I brought - I was by far the worst sufferer of overpack-itis. And now I am suffering from i-don't-wanna-unpack-itis. If I unpack, it's over itsn't it? The holiday, over. Done. But I could do with some clean shirts. All my faves are in the case rolled up into tiny cloth sausages. Time to unroll. Yeah, yeah...hey, what's this? A MAGAZINE?? Hmmmm.

I'll let you know how I get on.

Catch you on the flipside.