I have a strange habit of starting unnecessary projects right before a trip.
Something about the loathsome task of packing creates an uncontrollable urge to clean out closets or wax my upper lip. Thirty-six hours before vacation, I feel strangely justified in completing projects I could have done months ago.
This irrational and familiar pre-trip pattern annoys my husband to no end as he patiently asks:
Are you packing or organizing?
What does the label maker have to do with our trip?
Why are you painting the trim?
The simple answer is, I don't know. Also? Why am I most productive when it's most inconvenient? Why do the urges never visit first thing on a Monday morning of any given week?
Maybe the solution is to stay in a perpetual state of travel until my house is the way I want it. Travel. Unpack. Get ready for another trip. Clean out the garage the night before. Repeat.
If I could bottle productive procrastination, I would be rich.
Does anyone else have this bizarre disorder?