I hate packing. I seriously, utterly despise the act of putting things into suitcases. And it has only gotten worse now that I belong to a family of 4.
There's the stuff you have to bring. Like little Jimmy is really going to cry if we forget Bear. Need bear. Oh and Bobby has that issue with allergies so we need to bring the nebulizer. We can't forget pretty shoes for everyone, just in case we actually go somewhere nice.
Don't even get me started on carry-ons. It's like packing for a wilderness retreat but not really knowing if you are headed to the mountains or the beach. Are they going to feel like coloring? Will they actually watch the inflight video or should we bring our own? Playdoh or Playno? And snacks. They will get hungry. Must have snacks. Diapers, extra clothes for them, and extra clothes for me. Trust me, the moment you do not bring extra clothes is the moment your child starts to have motion sickness. No one, not the person sitting to your left, not you, nor your child wants to sit next to someone that smells like the inside of a stomach.
Oh and medicine. The magic medicine. I always have space for you baby.
When it comes down to it, you can always buy what you forget. At least in the States anyway. I know this but I'm not made of money, no matter how much I attempt to meditate on it. I never should have read
The Secret. Damn you Oprah! **
Anyway, I have one bag down and good golly I have no idea how many more to go. Let's just pretend and say I like to pack light, or pack lazy. Take it as you will.
**I took artistic license there. I have never read that book and my pride wouldn't let me let you think I have.
