Hubby and I are going away for a long weekend-- we’ll be gone a full three days. I started packing this afternoon, mentally kicking myself as I did it because I know, dammit, I know I’ve packed too much again, but I just can’t seem to help it-- the luggage for this trip will involve three large suitcases.
I start with underwear and socks for the two of us-- four pairs each for both of us, because what it one of us has . . . uhm, an accident. You never know-- a bad burrito on the road . . .
I need four sweaters. I may spill something. Two pair of jeans for the same reason. I’ll need a “nice” outfit, because what if we want to go to a nice resturant. Better bring two. Same for Hubby. And we’re going to a hockey game-- better bring extra over-sweaters in case we get cold. But what if he doesn’t like the one I packed? He’s not home to ask, so I better pack an extra one, just in case.
I’ll need my jammies, and a bathrobe in case it’s cold in the room, and I better bring slippers for both of us because you never know what’s been on those hotel room floors. I’ll bring our sheets and down comforter, because those ones the hotel provides are like sleeping on sandpaper.
Then it’s on to the Drug Bag. I take every single medication from our cabinet. Our prescriptions, of course-- which are bulk in of themselves, and you have to bring the original bottle in case you’re pulled over and for some reason the car is searched. Don’t want unidentifiable pills putting me in the pokey. What if one of us gets a headache? Better bring both aspirin and Excedrine because there are some headaches that aspirin won’t fix, and you don’t want to have to take Excedrine if it’s just an aspirin headache.
What if one of us gets cold symptoms? Don’t want to have to go out looking for a drug store, so I better take cough syrup, and cold pills and Vicks. While I’m at it, I better take the IcyHot in case one of us gets muscle aches. And of course, the first aid kit in case one of us gets a blister or a cut-- bandages, alcohol, anti-bacterial cream and anti-ouch spray.
I’ll take the body wash-- both kinds, “girly” and the stuff my Hubby likes, along with the pouf. A big bottle of shampoo, because the hotel’s may suck. Hairspray and gel, a brush and two combs (because one may get lost) our toothbrushes, mouthwash, floss and OraGel in case one of us bites the inside of our lips.
I better take snacks, too. Cheese crackers, chips, cookies and a can of nuts. You never know when one of us will get the munchies and there may not be a convenience store nearby. I’ll throw in some cans of Coke, too, and some bottles of iced tea.
By the time I’m finished, half the house will be piled in the hallway, ready to go. Anyone seeing this mound of luggage will assume we’re going on an Artic expedition. I know it’s stupid. I know it. But I just can’t seem to help myself. I always think “Well, what if we need THIS and don’t have anywhere to get it?” Even if it’s highly unlikely we’ll need it-- I mean, come on, what’s the chances we’ll get sunburn in January? But into the suitcase the aloe vera will go.
Just in case, you know. . . .