Packing for a weekend getaway is such a pain! It is enough to keep me from going anywhere. I have the older boys make a list to keep track of their belongings. Yes, even down to their underwear and how many they brought. I am tired of leaving things behind, and guess what? The list works!
I was talking to Cherrie this morning and she mentioned that it shouldn't be that bad since I really only had to pack for two kids. However, I cleared that little theory up....hehehe At the campout, after we arrived, River realized that he forgot his clothes entirely. All he had was the clothes on his back. So, although, I don't have to, actually, pack for him I have to remember to remind him to bring his stuff. Keep in mind I am in a house of all males!
Levi has to have his stuff inspected. Who knows what he may slip into that duffle bag for church on Sunday morning. That very fear makes me check, and recheck his bag. Plus, Den has never packed for himself in our married life, well maybe once or twice. Lesson learned. That is MY job! lol
The worst part of this is the thought that in another six months I will have another baby to pack for, and you know how that goes. Everything comes with us, except the kitchen sink. People are always asking us to come stay with them and I am brutally honest at times and just say, "Yeah....maybe. Well....probably not." hahaha I am much more of a day trip kind of girl now. If we pack up this herd its for something special. Yes, seeing my mom is something special. I haven't seen her, but once, since we have lived down here.
So here we go! Laundry is whirling, duffle bags are askew, sleeping bags are being unearthed as we are preparing for our short 2.5 hour journey. Poor Mom.....I hope she remembers what it's like to be bombarded by her youngest daughter's family of 7!
Ready or not.....Here We Come!!!