The Things I Forgot To Pack

When I moved in with my parents, I thought it was going to be for 2 weeks, tops.  2 months later, today is our "closing date" on the house.  We're not closing.  We're waiting.  Still.  And I begin to wonder, Do I even need to be buying a house?  Is this a sign from God?  What if I can't close before my agreement with the bank expires in less than 2 weeks?  But I digress.

The point is, I thougth I was only moving in for a couple weeks.  I'd be out by October for sure.  NO way I'd need long sleeved shirts.  So, I submit, the list of things I thought I could live without:

1. Long sleeved t-shirts, jackets, fleeces for work
2. more than 2 pairs of shoes
3. nail clippers (this one drives me NUTS, but I REFUSE to go buy more.  I just file like mad.)
4. More than a week's worth of underwear.
5. Nice clothes, to wear to church or baby showers or whatever
6. more than 1 razor refill (haven't shaved in 3 weeks at least)
7. Halloween costumes
8. David (granted, he's not a thing, and he's not in storage, but we never get to see each other and he tells me daily that it really bothers him that we only see each other once a week.  it bothers me too, but I have so much other shit going on I let that worry slide.)

I'm sure there's more.  It seems I think 3 or 4 times a day "OH, I really want _______, but it's in a box stacked in a storage unit in North Little Rock."