Tomorrow we are embarking on a grand adventure: we are taking the girls all the way to Scotland for two weeks. We've been planning this trip for a few months now but it seems surreal that tomorrow we leave. For weeks now, I've been thinking about, writing down and checking off scores of lists. I have a thing for lists. Sometimes I write down things I've already done, just to check items off so I feel like I've accomplished something.
Before having kids, I prided myself in being a light packer. As soon as I had a trip planned, I would start planning outfits in my head and in lists, of course. The key to light packing is all bottoms have to match all tops so if you only bring two bottoms and three tops, you have six different outfits. And of course ideally, one pair of all inclusive amazing shoes that are cute, comfy and go with everything. Of course, I rarely met my ideal, but I aways tried too. Packing light makes me feel, well, light. Like living in a clean, unculttered home. It's a chance to not be weighed down by stuff and just enjoy life.
But so much for my ideal for both an uncluttered home and packing light because it's not just me anymore folks. My suitcase is spilling with little pants, tops, socks, tights, rain boots, tiny underwear, dresses, sweaters, and footed pajamas. Not to mention the carryon bags overflowing with little bags of crackers, fruit leather, granola bars, stickers, crayons, coloring books, games, books, kids tylenol, blankies, extra clothes for those inevitable juice spills on the plane, diapers and wipes. And despite all these things, I'm stilling writing lists--wondering if I have missed anything.
So I've given up on my ideal for now. Maybe when my kids get older, I will achieve the dream I have been chasing my whole life--feeling light!
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