Next Week When We Leave for Italy….

Next week when we leave for Italy!  Next week when we leave for Italy!  Yesterday morning we woke up saying that over and over.  It sounds great.  Really rolls off the tongue.  Ah, but with the good comes the bad.  There are two sides to every coin.  There is a cloud to every silver lining.  I am a natural optimist so it is very hard for me to type those words.  I am anti-negativity.  What has happened, you ask.  Two nights ago the perfectionist showed up.  She comes to me at night.  She makes me worry about Italian words in my sleep which causes me to wake up and worry about Italian words while staring up at the ceiling wishing I were asleep.  She’s evil.  Last night between 2:30 and 4:30, she had me trying to remember every word of Italian I’ve ever learned and a whole bunch of words I have not learned yet and because I have not learned them our trip could potentially be ruined.  Now, in the bright clear blue sky of day this sounds completely ludicrous.  But we all know in the dark of night, no amount of logical, sane thinking can make those thoughts go away.  Not only will they not go away, but they bring friends.   They out number and overpower the logical, sane thoughts.  I am not even sure logical, sane thoughts come out at that hour.  I don’t recall that I’ve had a logical, sane thought in the middle of the night.  I am not just worrying about my woefully inadequate Italian vocabulary that is sure to bring gloom and doom to these two hapless travelers NEXT WEEK.  I have had dreams about horrid, shameful photo composition.  Yes, of course.  Awful vacation pictures that cause family members to shun you.  It happens to everyone, I’m sure.  This year, G-man and I will be eating Thanksgiving dinner alone at Morrison’s cafeteria.  Here is what really boils my blood.  G-man.  Yeah, he’s over there snoozing away while I lie awake trying to save our vacation from going down the drain.  I’m not irritated that he’s sleeping through my suffering.  I’m irritated that I am the one suffering.  He’s the one with OCD!!!  He’s the one who should be losing sleep and going insane over this silliness.  How did I end up suffering the symptoms of HIS disease?   I’ve done some serious thinking on the matter because I have time at 3:00 in the morning to do serious thinking.  I think the problem started early on, not quite in my childhood.  We have been married coming up on 30 years and we have moved quite a bit.  With each move, we became better and better at organizing ourselves so that we keep inconvenience to a minimum.  As such, I have turned travel into an obsession art form.  I have consciously made the decision to try new forms of art, like finger painting and coloring with crayons.  But that once-lots-of-fun art form keeps coming back to me like a Chucky doll.  In the middle of the night.  Next week when we leave for Italy, maybe I’ll be able to sleep on the plane.

3 thoughts on “Next Week When We Leave for Italy….

  1. You guys are going to have a BLAST no matter how much Italian you do or don’t know! You know this, of course. And I agree, I can’t put too much stock, if any, in those wretched thoughts that come to me in those dark hours. We relied heavily on language translation apps like iTranslate and Google Translate, very helpful indeed. Your big adventure is coming up!! It’s going to be more incredible than you can even fathom!

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