Thanks to some good advice, a fabulous husband, and a neighbor worthy of sainthood I am no longer a stressed out zombie. Unfortunately The Schroeder has stared to stress out (finally) and is in the cave of doom that I was in a few days ago.
I'm feeling pretty good about things right now because somehow we managed to convince a reluctant young woman to go with us- a feat worthy of Hercules even. Now to help her get packed and her clothes figured out... It's a good thing the dang flag is done-ish, heavy on the ish. But really there are 2 days left and maybe 10 more things to do- I think it'll be ok in the end, and if we forget something it's no big deal.
Hopefully the thing I don't forget is something really important like the tents, more likely it'll be a personal comfort like deodorant, and I'll be the smelly kid for the trip. Even so, it's no big deal.