Procrastination

5 days until my dad goes to the care center. No, we haven't told him yet. I've gotten a little bit ready for the transition, but there is a lot more to do, and probably even more that I haven't even thought about yet.
6 days until we leave for Florida to pack up his home and put it on the market. No, we're NOT going to tell him about that. I have not even started to get ready for the trip, except for labeling a folder "Florida" and putting some important papers in it that I need to take.

I wonder if I just don't prepare anymore if the time will go slower? Or maybe the whole ordeal will not even happen. Maybe I'll wake up from this journey.

Realistically, I know it is going to happen and I am looking forward to the respite. It's been almost 10 months now, and I know I need a vacation. This trip is a break, but it's really not a vacation. But getting away and not having to do the care giving will be wonderful. I'll be worried about him, and yes, I will call the center, but I will be okay. I'm hoping that we will work like maniacs for a few days, and then take a day and maybe go to the beach! yeah! I'm looking forward to seeing many of my mom's things, and delight in the fact that I will be able to bring them home with me. Those thoughts make me want to go pack, get ready, and go! Naaa...tomorrow's another day. And besides, I still have more than 5 days to get it all together! I always work best under a deadline anyway. :)