Keeping that in mind, it is a damn wonder I get anywhere with appropriate gear. I am the queen of procrastination and this time I might have taken it a bit too far. I leave tomorrow morning for a three day clinic with a big name clinician at a very fancy barn.
Said fancy barn with the infamous Dorkzilla
Two things have derailed me. One, Mother Nature is off her meds and the temps are plunging tonight. We're getting down to 15* this weekend. This necessitates some extra packing to keep mi papi warm, even if he's in a stall all weekend. I had a mad scramble last night busting out the full winter gear, including his square cooler to go with the fleece dress sheet I was planning on packing.
Two, I apparently have plans tonight. A couple months ago I agreed to go to a distillery showcase for the hubby's birthday. There will be lots of fancy food and spirits and we'll be out until about 11pm. I need to leave the barn at 8:30am. I have not packed. At least I'm the designated driver so I won't be hungover while trying to load Theo into his trailer.
If you're doing the math and coming up with the same numbers as me, you can see where I'm starting to regret some of my life decisions.
And judging by my artwork, this is an ongoing situation. I'm a very slow learner. I am expecting to get up around 6am, throw everything horse related that I own onto my trailer, and sort it out once I'm there. At least I don't ride until 4pm so if I'm running a bit late, I'll just miss lunch lecture stuff. I really don't want to miss anything, but it's better than having the 9am ride time. Though I'll be wishing for that ride time on Sunday when it's time to ship home.
Fingers are crossed I get there on time with a saddle, a girth, a bridle, AND a helmet. Anything more than that is a nice bonus.