Camping

I can't do it.

You ever get that feeling? Picture putting a wild animal in a cage and then corner it. Well I feel like that animal. There's a name for this particular wild animal. It's anxiety.

I promise, I'm not about to write a big ol' serious post here. :) We were thinking about going camping with my family (Bob & Lorraine T.'s family), this weekend. Camping? Now you're wondering why we'd even consider such a crazy thing. We're in the middle of building, packing, cleaning up, packing, more cleaning and moving in. And we were thinking of going camping?!

We thought it'd be a nice break. A brief weekend to revive ourselves. A refreshment from the daily grind of late.

Ain't gonna happen.

I sat down to write a packing list.

I couldn't breathe.

My left arm started to tingle.

I wrote a bunch of stuff down but I couldn't think of anything else.

The list wasn't done.

I knew it wasn't done.

Mark came home. I looked at him and said,"I can't do this".

"Ok". That's all he said.

I know he was looking forward to a little reprieve too.

But truthfully, I saw that look in his eyes. The one that says,"You're right. This was a crazy idea. What were we thinking?!" It only flickered for a second. But I saw it.

He was relieved. (And he was the one who suggested that we try to go). :)

And I'm trying to be. Once I get worked up into a little dither. That cloak of anxiety takes a few moments to lift itself off again. Funny how that is. It comes on in a matter of seconds. But takes so much longer to leave.

Edited to add: It's much better today. :) I'm so disappointed that we'll be missing out though but relieved that I don't have to pack for camping on top of moving. It would've been so fun to see everyone! Especially so many relatives that we haven't seen for so long. :) And a note on the house - we'll be painting the interiors next week but there is so much to do before then. Including...more packing. Once it's painted, we can start moving our stuff!