warning: rant to follow
So a woman from Real Life gave me this big ol' suitcase of supplies to take to South Africa, for the orphanage there. I don't recall ever agreeing to this; actually, I think I gave her a vague non-answer when she first asked me. Second time, she caught me: "So, how many suitcases are you taking to South Africa." "Well, I want to fit all my stuff in one." "Great, you can take these supplies for me." I was resentful for a while, not gonna lie. Worried, about transporting syringes or other questionable things, I open it up; it's a bunch of diapers and disposable gloves and bottles of baby lotion. Fine. I get it home, have several arguments with my mother about it, but ultimately decide I want to take it rather than pay $300+ to ship it. I repack it into a lighter suitcase. I get out my big suitcase, and decide that I can fit all my personal stuff in it. Fine.
Then today I get my travel information...and you're limited to 106 inches total dimensions, adding two suitcases together. Supplies suitcase pushes me over that limit. So now I'm trying to cram as much of it as I can into a smaller suitcase, and I guess someone can ship the rest. I can't cut down on my personal packing space yet - I haven't finished trying to fit everything in there.
But why is this my problem? My responsibility? I'm freaking trying to figure out how to pack the bare minimum for a two-month stay in a country I've never been to, and I have to deal with a bunch of other crap? I know that the orphanage needs this, and it makes me feel selfish for being resentful of this. But why was this dumped on me? Why do I have to deal with it? Why couldn't I just say no? Why do I get myself caught in these situations?
Grrrrrrrrr
Okay, I feel a little better now. But I think I need to take a break from the packing...