Today we packed…and packed and packed and packed. I think my kids believe that because we are actually bringing the kitchen sink in a camper behind our van, that they should be able to bring everything else.
They are trying, but I am resisting. The kids are bringing every pair of shorts, flip flops and tank tops they own, because they’re Texans and simply don’t believe they won’t need them. They can’t seem to understand that in the mountains it might actually be cold. It is a shocking thought, but I assure them it is the truth.
So the packing goes like this…they pack the summer tank tops, swimsuits and shorts, and I pack the jeans and jackets. So we basically have every piece of clothing they own…all four of them…in one pull behind camper. We have also filled this small pull behind camper with enough groceries to feed my family of 6, (that eats like a pack of wild dogs). And now my poor little ford E350 12 passenger van is going to have to pull it up the mountains…and quickly. Actually not necessarily quickly, just quicker than my husbands brothers are doing it, because they are not competitive or anything.
I have to tell you that the week before vacation is quite possibly the main reason a mother looks like she NEEDS a vacation (or a sanitarium) by the time the get out the door.