Last Minute Mama

Can someone please tell me what happened to the organized, well-planned out version of myself? 

It’s ridiculous how last minute I’ve become.  I’m leaving for a trip in just a few hours and am still throwing items in the suitcase.  I meant to get my hair cut.  Also meant to get a pedicure.  I really thought I’d find time to pick up a snazzy little number for the style party I’m headed to (it’s intended for the fashionistas out there–I think I was included out of pity). 

Nope.  None of this happened.  Heck, I never even found time to put my contact lenses in today.  I did get a bunch of other stuff taken care of that HAD to be done before I left, but none of it involved packing my suitcase or prepping for the trip.   And so, I sit here at 1:15am, writing about how it’s happened AGAIN…another trip is upon me and I’m up in the wee hours trying to figure out what to bring, where my luggage is, and what not to forget (candy, camera, meds, phone charger, iPad, power strip for plugging lots of things in at the airport, and oh yeah–the boarding pass!). 

Yep, just call me ‘last minute mama’.  I don’t like it, but I know I’ve earned it.   Maybe next trip I’ll get it together sooner.  Probably not, but I can hope.