So it’s T-minus 31 hours and we’re not finished packing. Really I’d like to blame this one on the 12+ years I spent as a Girl Scout. And the 32 1/2 years of being my Mother’s daughter. Packing for me isn’t easy, or quick, or fun. It is grueling. There are so many ‘What if’s’ to consider. So many scenarios to ‘be prepared’ for. Ugh. It’s fucking exhausting. I’m tired. I need a vacation from my preparing for vacation.
The thing it has been drilled into my head that I must be prepared for any situation. Check the weather again and again and again before you leave. Going from Michigan to Arizona we need both winter coats (for the to and from the airport) and sundresses. Boots and flip-flops. Or worse (and adding many more lbs to the suitcases), layers. Cause it will be 50° in the Grand Canyon and 90° in Phoenix.
Plus we’re going for 2 weeks, and though we have laundry access at my father-in-law’s condo I feel the need to bust out all the new cute summer outfits for Miss Monk. And all of her adorable new sandals. And all of MY adorable new sandals. We need pool clothes and zoo clothes and museum clothes and hiking/active clothes. And date clothes. Oh my.
My husband literally packed his bag in 5 minutes. When I asked him if he had packed some things in case we want to go to a nice dinner or on a date, he tossed in an extra linen shirt and hasn’t thought about his bag since. There’s not even socks or deodorant in there. WTF?! If we got there and he had no socks or underwear or wife beaters he’d be one crabby ass man. Guess I have to finish packing him too.
But what really gets me is all the baby gear. Packing our fluffy stash, cause of the aforementioned washer/dryer, which takes up a lot of room. Sippy cups, snacks, toys, books, a Peapod pop-up tent for her to sleep in, an Ergo carrier, all those Babylegs. Seriously? And I can’t think of a single thing to give up. Except for the toys. Let’s be honest, she’ll play with pots and pans all day. And it’s not like we’re going to be in the condo all day. There is a pool. And a desert. And a city to explore. Right?
Am I crazy to just take stickers & crayons & coloring books for the plane, some books for bedtime and her Elmo lovie? Can we do without the Peapod tent? I’m going to attempt to re-pack right now. Wish me luck…