Packing

The last time I packed for a family trip it looked like this.

That was last November when we went on a cruise. This time I was thrilled not to have to consider diapers or cribs. Also this trip is only a weekend and we won't be at sea so if we need something we can run to the store. All that being said I despise packing. My ex used to say "When you pack, Evil Katie come out." He wasn't wrong.

I enlisted my mom for 48hrs of laundry, folding and packing. I packed the kids and myself. I then proceeded to pester Mike until he packed his clothes too.

I knew I could manage the car ride and the hotel would be a nice one so I had good odds of maneuvering in the bathroom. I was just nervous about everything else. I read the website site over and over looking at the pictures of the exhibits carefully. I was pretty sure I'd be ok, but I had to call Mike's Dad (trip organizer) for reassurance.

It's just packing that does this to me. I love to travel, hate to pack. I'll be thrilled once we hit the road, but the potential to forget things is stressful. So many logistics and the worst part is now that we're packed all I can do is wait. Wait with impatient kids.