The small miracle

I take back every bad word I ever said about my mom. She's wonderful and I love her, yes, but she's also a genius. Maybe it comes to you together with pooing yourself as you give birth, a sort of give-and-take situation.

About forty-five minutes ago, I got yelled at for checking facebook. It was only for two minutes, I swear. I've been ignoring that site royally the past few weeks. I just wanted to collect a daily bonus, but dad said 'no'. I was to help packing. The entire house being asleep was not a good enough argument not to.

My mom was still wearing the same clothes she did last night. I'm wondering if she slept at all. She would arrange everything into the car and it would fit. I have to admit that the phrase 'famous last words' came to mind. I am, however, grown-up enough not to let them pass my lips. I dragged everything upstairs with my dad, completely sure that in about half an hour, we'd be asked to help unload part of the car because the laws of physics dictate that two bodies with mass and volume cannot occupy the same space, and space inside a car is finite.

But she did it. She puzzled everything into the car, with room for everyone to sit and her and dad's luggage. There was even--gasp--space left. Did I want to take a small box of anything else?

Yes. Yes I did.

So I dove into the Palace of Empty and Full Boxes basement and found a medium-sized box. Then I loaded two more series and a few loose books into it. Mom puzzled them all together and put them in the car. I am amazed. I literally am leaving behind less than thirty books, and all that without having to strap me to the roof of the car before we hit 150 km/h on the autobahn.

The car is mostly packed. We still have fifty minutes left. I'm not sure, but it could be we are, in fact, going to leave at eight am as planned.

I didn't pack everything my mom wished me to, but enough to mollify her from 'I'm throwing everything left in the trash' to 'I'm throwing everything left in a box'. Maybe because, as it stands, everything left might actually fit into one box.

So we're leaving. No more emergencies, no more funerals, no more delays. I'm definitely going to Germany.

Now I really am excited.