Panic

Today I am full of panic. I feel ill-prepared for travelling half-way around the world to receive one small infant. Even though we won't be travelling yet for a few more months. Still, I have panic. I've been looking at packing lists. I think we'll need to take the maximum number of suitcases allowed just so we can evenly distribute everything and not be over the weight limits. I feel like the little sparrow that was trapped in my van earlier today. Wanting to take flight but not knowing where to go.

Yes, there was/is a bird in my van. Tigger forgot his backpack this morning, so I took it in to the school for him. And then I stopped for a few groceries. When I got home, I had the trunk open, because of unloading the groceries and all, and I left it open for awhile, hoping Husand would come home in the meantime and see the case of orange juice and bring it in to the house for me. Because I'm lazy like that. But he didn't come, and I got tired of looking at my van with the trunk open so I finally went out and closed it. And left the orange juice in the van because I was too lazy to carry it into the house.

So I had to take the van to the mechanics for it's quarterly tune-up and there's a bird in the front seat, desparately trying to break through the glass of the passengers window, but just banging its poor little body in desparation. So I left the driver's side open and went to the passengers side and opened it. But no bird. So I closed that door and opened the back door and the trunk, but still no bird. So I closed the doors and got in. Luckily I have a package of wipes in the van and I was able to wipe off all of the doo-doo. Poor bird must have been in the van for awhile.

I was really hoping the bird had escaped when I wasn't looking, so off I drove to the mechanics. All the while envisioning this tiny sparrow dive-bombing me and forcing me off the road or into on-coming traffic, thus resulting in an accident with hideous injuries and dismemberment of various body-parts. And if that happens, you just know we'll have to put the adoption on hold. But I experienced no attacks by any birds. Although once I got to the mechanics, I did hear some shuffling somewhere in the area of the backseat/trunk, so I opened the back windows in hope that the bird will escape. Husband thinks the bird will end up giving the mechanics a heart-attack.

I just hope it's gone by the time I have to go get the van.

So ya, I'm feeling panicky today. I need to be released out into the wild to do some retail therapy. Much retail therapy.