March 24, 2016
All our bags are packed, we’re ready to go….
After only 2 FULL FUCKING HOURS.
Here’s the thing- babies come with so much crap. There is the things that we are all packing like clothes and toiletries and then there is the excess like; a pack and play, bottles, toys, 400 extra diapers in case this day is the day of poo-nami. You name it, we pack it.
There is no leaving the house like a normal collected person. Even going down the street to walk the dog I am packing a wrap, a blanket, a phone, a fucking person wrapped to me, the dog, his poo bags and a leash. I am a one woman circus. And that’s ON MY STREET.
Our saving grace was arriving before our hosts so they didn’t have to watch the 5 trips it took to unpack items like your portable high chair from the car.
Lesson: learn to pack light or have no shame. My tendency to overpack happened long before you did and one of my challenges is owning more of who I am.
My name is mom and I am an overpacker.
In the meantime, I’ll be googling how to pack a baby, a husband and an overpacker for an international 2 week vacation (stay tuned….)