The Realization Hits!

It's several hours later and I'm back at my house with 15 boxes, a bunch of bubble wrap, and an incredible mess. I haven't folded clothes for days, a semester's worth of dry cleaning is still lying in its plastic bag across piles of unfolded clean clothes on the side of my queen-size bed that I don't sleep on. My desk is covered with stacks and stacks of papers, as are my dresser and any place on the floor where I don't need to walk. There is the stack of textbooks I meant to sell back to the Bookstore and cases I meant to read. Tons and tons of articles about framing arguments, hiring back old employees, understanding organizational culture, making creativity a routine, Groupthink, Mt. Everest tragedies...litter EVERYTHING. My parents' dining room table--which easily seats 8--is also completely covered with anything and everything: notes about personality tests, accounting gibberish (a lot of good it did me when it came time for the final), packets of information I have yet to read about preparing for Peru, my laptop, empty notebooks, a kleenex box, an exercise about calculating the cost of absenteeism, a book from a professor called Rearing Responsible Children (he's probably wishing he had given it to my parents 30 years ago), syllabi, a ream of printer paper...AAAAAAAH! This place is a mess and my poor, sweet mother hasn't said anything about it. I know this kind of stuff drives her crazy. I don't even know where to start to organize my things for four months away.

And to add to my misery, I looked in the mirror yesterday and realized I've put on quite a bit of weight during this stressful semester so I decided after my organizational theory final yesterday that enough was enough and I worked out for 2+ hours, which leaves me completely sore today and limping around this disaster area at a slow-as-a-snail pace feeling totally incompetent.

I'm so overwhelmed. As Heather, our friend Erin Whitelock, and I wandered around stores this evening at 6 p.m., it suddenly hit me--I HAVE THINGS TO DO! So now I am here at home...blogging. At least some things never change. :) I better get back to my sore hamstrings, sore triceps, sore glutes, and this ridiculous mess. It'll be a miracle if Heather and I make it on that plane on Saturday at 1, but we're gonna do it. We're gonna make this miracle happen somehow...Trujillo, the gringas are comin'.