Another Erev Shabbos Rant

Lucky me. I know I ranted last week about having to shop and cook for Shabbos. So imagine how delighted I should be to have gotten an invitation to go away for the weekend. Unfortunately, the ingrate that is OrthoMom is sitting here, looking a gift horse in the mouth. Am I rejoicing the fact that I don't have to walk the aisles of a crowded supermarket, fighting with other women and their screaming spawn for the last whole wheat everything pull-apart challah? (Thank you, Five Towns, for creating a market for this one of a plethora of gourmet challah choices). Not to mention waiting for the occasional man who is blocking the aisle with his cart, while he tries to decipher a shopping list with a lost look on his face that makes me want to call an "Amber Alert".
No.
Am I thanking my lucky stars for the fact that I do not have to spend hours in a hot kitchen peeling potatoes, cleaning chickens, boiling noodles, checking egg after egg for blood spots?
Not I.
Instead, the Procrastination Queen is sitting here, bemoaning the fact that I have to drag out the suitcases, and pack for myself and four children. Feeling sorry for myself that I have to drag the portable crib out of the storage room and put it in the car. Making myself miserable that I have to come back on Saturday night with a bag full of laundry that I will have to leave in a pile due to the start of the 9 Days. Dreading the middle of the night when I will almost certainly be walking the floors with a child in my arms, trying to keep my baby from waking up the rest of the household.

Some people just can't figure out what they really want. Know anyone like that?