Pet Peeve

Living out of a suitcase.

In fact, I'm not leaving until tomorrow. But if I don't get my toothbrush and contact stuff packed, it may be forgotten in the morning. So, I pack it. And then I unpack it to use it tonight. Then I repack it. Then I unpack it to use it in the morning. Then I pack it again. Now I'm sure it has been packed, and I won't forget it.

Then-THEN! We go on our merry little way, have a great flight, and arrive safely. But because I'm not at home, and I don't have space for my stuff, everything stays in the suitcase. OR, it gets strewn all over whatever room we're staying in. Which is worse than living out of a suitcase. And since any given trip requires me to spend as little time in that room as possible, the stuff stays strewn, I never get organized, and then it's a big mess when it's time to pack it all up again. And you guessed it, the night before we leave, it starts all over again. Grrrrr...