Packing, packing

Funny, I always thought I was a fairly easy traveler. Turns out, I'm too obsessive and everything.
I actually started packing about two weeks ago. I wish Kate and James and Mike and Finn were coming, too, but this does not hinder my intense excitement. I can't believe I will be able to take showers and baths without turning on the hot water for an hour beforehand, without holding a shower head to hose myself off, and then hosing down the bathroom with bleach to fight off the mold.
I have a couple of spots of mold that have threatened to takeover and move in while I am gone. I'm trying to reason with it, but you understand, it's just mold. It's hard to reason with single-celled organisms.
Not dealing with the mold and my bathroom for a whole week, this in itself is a vacation.
But then, I get to see most of my fabulous family. And anyone who knows them, knows that this is a vacation.
It's funny, though, because as I started planning for this trip, I began trying to pack. Maybe I started packing about a month ago, I think, because I was so excited. But this has become a harder chore than I thought it was going to be. I will only be gone for a week, but I plan to bring back enough coffee and antibacterial lotion to raise some eyebrows at the immigration counter (Meg, I like the darker and medium roasts best, and no, I don't have a grinder. Don't worry about coffee if you don't get any because I know I can get some in HI). I also have to pack a carry-on bag for a six hour layover in Japan and a fifteen hour flight to Hawaii.
Like I said, the conundrums of travel when I'm way too obsessive and excited. Still, I wish I were going for a month.