Monday, August 14, 2017

Denial Ain't Just a River in Egypt

The Man-Cub checks into his dorm 7 days from now.

I'm going to let that sink in for a moment.

7 days.

I am...not ready. And, by not ready, I don't just mean mentally and emotionally, I mean logistically; the Cub has not packed a single item for the trip, we only just ordered his bedding and bathroom linens from Bed, Bath & Beyond on Saturday (we are utilizing their Pack and Hold program, which enabled us to pick everything out and to have it pulled for us at the store on Oahu, where we will pick it up next Monday), we haven't shipped a single box of his other possessions to the island (including any school supplies that he will need), and we haven't even looked into ordering his books.

I feel like putting all of this off for as long as we have has been sort of the clearest act of denial in the history of denial, and, that's not good.

It's time for me to pull my head out of the proverbial sand and get to it.

7 days. Jeebus Cripes.

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