Then all of a sudden, about the time that first caffeine boost kicks in, I realized that her timetable is only 4 days ahead of mine. HOLY ANXIETY ATTACKS, BATMAN! I couldn’t think. I got that “someone-just-hit-me-in-the-stomach-with-a-metropolitan-yellow-pages” feeling and my breathing got quick and shallow and my palms got clammy. My chest tightened and I ran to the bathroom.
I have so much to do. My two youngest start final exams this Saturday and Sunday and won’t complete them until next Thursday. I have 2 suitcases and a ton of shopping to do. I still have paintings on the wall and books on the shelves to go through. I have a master bedroom set, a queen-sized mattress, a set of bunk beds, and a wardrobe to sell and 15 days ain’t a lot of time to get rid of big-ticket items. I have to meet the landlord next Friday to get back my deposit and I have to have the gas and light bills paid up before then. Still need to cancel the phone and internet service and arrange for the people who bought all of the furniture and appliances to pick up their crap before the 28th of the month. THEN I get to move all these (still not packed up) suitcases and kids over to my brother-in-law’s house where we can get on their nerves for a final 3 days before riding down to the airport in Cairo to start our trip home.
Crap. I need to confirm the ride to the airport one final time, too. I’ll get right on that after I dig out my English to Arabic dictionary and find out how to say Xanax in Arabic.