...my disease is called "Travelitis". (Thanks, Kristen, for correctly diagnosing me.) It seems to be hereditary, as my mother suffers severely from the same symptoms. When any trip is eminent, I begin to slowly go more and more crazy, until I peak with wacky, stressed-out outbursts. I get overwhelmed knowing that I need to arrange for bills to be paid, pets to be fed, laundry to be done, the house to be cleaned (because there's little worse than returning home to a messy house after a trip), and all the baby/child paraphanalia to be packed. Oh, there are also the errands to be run, the refrigerator to clean out (if it's a lengthy trip), and the plants to be watered. It seems to be compounded by the need to bake and wrap the things we'll need for the Christmas party we're attending. Eeek!
Anyway, I'm sad to report that the travelitis is in full-swing right this very day. The nutty thing about it is, instead of simply packing, this always seems to be a time for self-evaluation. I figure that if I were as organized as I want to be, then all these things wouldn't be an issue, since I'd be on top of it all before I started packing. I get upset with myself for not starting way in advance, and my mind gets more and more scattered. Yep, it's crazy, and I drive myself and my poor family batty during all this.
The good news is, once we're about 10 miles out of town, I calm way down and enjoy the rest of the trip. You just have to give me a tranquilizer until we're at that point. And for your own good, stay at least 50 feet away.
Anyone suffer from the same disease, or have any known remedies?