It’s that time of year when we all head off on holiday. Ah, a rest from the norm. A chance to relax and sit at a beautiful beach or hit the shops or whatever it is you LOVE to do on holidays. Yes I love holidays. We work hard all year, we save up and then off we go to have a great time!!
Wait up!! We forgot to pack!! 🙄 Ah the packing. Next to my cooking dislike is my packing dislike. It’s one thing to pack for yourself but a whole other ball game packing for a family of 4.
It’s quite stressful getting organized and making sure you have everything. Did you pack this, did you pack that? Hmmm, not my favourite chore but usually when we go on holidays, I have a very busy plan with a set time line which usually works give or take half an hour. My only issue is my lovely husband. He doesn’t understand the complexities of women packing for trips.
Now I love my husband but when it comes to going on holiday, he isn’t helpful on the packing side. Now don’t get me wrong I understand his rationale over the whole process because I have ways of making things work – like all wifeys do! But holy molies, this is the worst.
I spend days or a week prior doing laundry, shopping for things we need to take and what not. You know what it’s like. I put everything in bags as they are ready to make sure it doesn’t get left behind. And yes, there is a list somewhere in there because where would we be with out a list!!
Now my lovely husband has a different take on this. He believes it’s not that hard to pack a bag. I suppose he is right but then the toiletries or medicines don’t pack themselves. The clothing wouldn’t be clean to go in the bag. If you work on his theory and hand your wife your dirty jeans the night before you leave for a holiday – the jeans you plan to wear on said trip- I can promise you that she won’t be happy. You may be REALLY lucky if you get those jeans back in time to go away.
My hubby packs his bag on the morning we leave. He spends a good hour or so watching TV or playing on his iPad while everyone else – I mean the wife and 2 children are running around like blue arsed flies getting sorted.
He will suddenly get up, shower, change, pack HIS bag and announce he is ready. He does this as we are having breakfast, making beds & finalizing the last little bits to go in the case such as toothbrushes and his shaving kit.
He then says the magic words “I’m ready.”
You can imagine that there are a hundred and one things that I could quite literally say right there and then but I don’t. I just say – “Oh, glad your good to go. The kids are ready too so have a fabulous trip!” Things are super quiet from then on to allow me to shower and get dressed (he has second breakfast) so we are ready to go at the time we discussed and would be ready!!
We are then filling the car with bags and stuff and he asks if I have his shaving kit. Hmm, again that moment when I could say a hundred and one things to him but go with a simple yes. He asks if his toothbrush is in there- again yes. Insert eye roll 🙄
Really how hard is it to pack your own bag? I don’t know about you but I really do hate packing but then the outcome is the best!! It’s the reason you go through this process!!
It’s this right here!! We work hard to earn those breaks- to not cook for a whole week or do dishes or clean. It’s the rest you’ve been waiting for!!
Well all I can say, is that it’s worth it when you get there!! So Even though I am scarred for life by the packing- my journey is worth it!!
I will be thinking of you from the poolside while I am sipping strawberry daiquiris. 💚