Last night I had a dream.
It was the night before our departure for Italy and everyone was spending the night at our house. (And that’s everyone as is in ALL 32 women).
In the midst of the craziness Joe whispered the dreaded “P word” in my ear which is a bad, bad word in our house. I get more lectures about procrastination only because, well, Joe does things yesterday and I do thing tomorrow.
ANYWAY, in my dream I had decided to pack in the morning (the day of the trip) because I would have plenty of time (hence the the "P word").
You can probably see where this is going.
A storm during the night knocks out power to all our clocks, and all the backup batteries were dead. Do you know that scene in Home Alone when the family oversleeps and everyone is running around trying to get ready for their trip to Paris? Yeah, that one. In my dream I had 45 minutes to shower, get ready, and pack my suitcase. I was a wild woman trying to get everything done; at one point, I texted Joe (who was downstairs and couldn’t hear through the chaos of 32 women) to GET MY PASSPORT OUT OF THE SAFE and to HURRY IT UP because WE NEEDED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW.
I woke up with my heart pounding.
Moral of the story: Be like Joe (who does things yesterday) and not like me (who does things tomorrow).