I sit down with a pen and paper and think through all the necessities and the particular outfits I want to take along. I quite enjoy list-making, and much prefer it to the actual task of completing the list requirements.
Back at the end of October, when I was packing for this extended visit in Michigan, I was overwhelmed with the sheer quantity of things I needed to bring along. I believe I ranted about that here.
I didn't think it could get any worse than that.
But now I find myself repacking, which is infintely worse than packing, because you know that it leads to the worst part of any trip: the unpacking.
To make matters worse, I now find myself on the other side of Christmas, and it would appear that our extended family prefered to
This is probably about 50% of it represented here, filling and overflowing a suitcase.
And don't allow that doll to distort the scale of the suitcase; she's life-sized. Thanks for that PtB. Nothing says small gift like a life-sized dolly.
By necessity some will have to remain at Grandma's house to entertain the kids on future visits. I'm totally fine with that, except for the possibility of being out of country for our next assignment and some of the toys being more age-specific than others.
I also have to consider their new favorites. It doesn't seem fair to ask Derek to leave his beloved orange airplane behind, despite it's large size and the fact that the noises it makes will probably set off some kind of security mayhem at the airport.
Note to self: remove toy batteries before packing
And Alex needs all three colors of her fashion high heels. "But Mama, what if I'm wearing something yellow and I all I have is the pink shoes? Then I wouldn't match!"
She just stared at me like this.
With a sense of profound disappointment that her mother wouldn't understand something so obvious.
I'm sure some of you are wondering why I don't just head over to UPS and send a big box home. I will give you the two-fold answer:
1) I'm cheap.
2) My mom got us new luggage for Christmas.
Allow me to expound...
We're flying Southwest Airlines, which allows 2 checked bags each with no charge. Three of us flying = 6 bags. Subtract one bag for one checked car seat, and we can still check 5 bags of up to 50lbs each.
Plus I need to get that new luggage home, and there are many pieces. So instead of paying a hundred dollars or more to ship everything back, I choose to be cheap and do it the free, yet painful, way.
The main point of difficulty is actually getting the bags, car seat, stroller, and children from the car to the check-in counter.
I will have Pat the Bunny to help me, but if you've been following along on this here blog for any amount of time you will understand that I am courting disaster. She plans to try to get a gate pass to help me through security as well and on to our gate.
We shall see how this turns out.
T-58 Hours to take-off.
I plan to attempt to spend the rest of my time here not stressing about this flight.
Instead I will think of other more pleasant things, like my New Years dinner:
Or the fact that my daughter, who thinks that I have no sense of fashion, was wearing this for the majority of today.
I personally don't see how the yellow heels were the right choice for this ensemble.
Oh, and have I mentioned that I dislike flying with my children?
Well then, I'm all done here.