My funk is officially ending as I’m getting on a plane in about 12 hours to Florida. It’s just me and the three girls. I attempted to get all of our clothing for a week into one suitcase.
Now that was funny.
Especially when there are 15 pairs of shoes to bring.
I’ve become a chronic overpacker. I beleive motherhood does that to us. We can’t leave the house with Goldfish crackers ‘just in case’ and pretty soon those Goldfish crackers lead to water bottles and extra underwear and just one more pair of pajamas and six boxes of raisins 42 sundresses five different sun screens 12 swimsuits and a pair of water wings. Just in case.
Motherhood can be so cumbersome. And awesome because it gives me a complete excuse to over-pack and have choices. And not look crazy.
And then I think back to that three week vacation in Turkey that Jed and I took before kids and we had only one small carry-on bag total for both of us.
Maybe my swimsuits were just smaller then. And I didn’t wear Spanx.
Right now I’m on the phone with the airlines to make sure none of us are sitting together as when that happened last time it was TOTALLY AWESOME and I even got to read a book. I’m sure the gentleman in 28C will love my two year old.
I probably won’t be around much the next week and I haven’t arranged any guests post because what if I’m not around much? That would be awkward… but I do promise to take actual real pictures to post upon my return.
Happy Spring Break!