3:45 A.M., You Say???

I'm going to see my mom again in a couple of weeks. It's been several months and I feel like a derelict daughter. You know I'm not "well travelled." (i.e. I never go any where fun) So to get ready for this two-day journey is quite a big deal for me.

I booked the flight two months or more ago so I could get a killer deal. If I had a life that would be tough to do. How do most people book ahead 2 or more months? Many things could come up if a person  actually did things. (luckily I don't)

I felt it was time to schedule a ride to the airport and back (remember, I DON'T drive in Phoenix traffic), a hotel in Idaho, and a rental car. This involves extensive (for me) planning and calling. Maybe you don't recall, but along with having no life, going no where, and not driving in heavy traffic, I also don't like booking or reserving stuff. I don't like calling on the phone or even scheduling online. It's something with the actual permanency of the commitment (I think.) I'm not sure what it is...

After 1 1/2 hours of nerve-racking planning, I now am all set. My palms are sweating and I've eaten a whole bag of animal crackers, but I'm booked. Now all I have to do is worry about everything until the day comes--which suitcase should I take, what shoes should I wear so that I can take them on and off at the air port, what will Lola do while I'm gone since Rick will be at work, how do I arrange seeing every one and doing everything in just two days. It's quite concerning for psycho-Jo. I swear I'm getting to be that odd, cat lady that talks to her self (minus the cats.)

Oh, and as for the title of this blog, since my flight leaves at 6:30, my ride picks me up at 3:45 A.M. (that's sooo early it's almost the night before.) Now I have to add worrying about being able to get to sleep, get up and ready and not sleep in. I'm just ridiculous, I know. Don't judge me...