Last Minute Packing–A Brief Post
I had an awesome day today as the boys and I traveled to Colorado to their two-week summer camp.Over the years my wife and I have developed a routine for packing our luggage.
Basically it involves cramming so much into our lives that we barely have time to sleep, let alone pack.
So we start packing about an hour before we leave.
Short trip. Long trip. Domestic. International. It doesn’t matter.
We throw everything into the suitcases at the last minute.
And it works. For us.
But summer camp is different.
I have a three-page list (provided by the camp) of things the boys need to bring for their two-week adventure.
I meticulously packed each item and then checked the appropriate box.
Though they both needed identical things, they each had separate suitcases and separate checklists.
The lists REALLY help. I triple check them just to be thorough.
I’ve been known to go on impromptu road trips after dropping the boys off at camp.
I could be gone for two days. Or 15 days. It’s hard to tell.
Because it’s impromptu.
Last year I drove through 30 states in 15 days.
So I grabbed every item I might possibly need and threw it into duffle bags.
And then for good measure I threw in a bunch more stuff.
We loaded it all in the car. And we left.
It was noon, so we stopped by Sonic for some lunch.
Then we drove all the way to Evanston where we stopped for gas.
Followed by seven hours of driving through the dry and barren wasteland that is I-80 in Wyoming.
We listened to Kidz Bop.
We shared fart jokes.
We at junk food.
We told stories.
It was a fun time.
We ate dinner and refueled in Cheyenne.
We began the final push to our destination.
Just as it got dark.
But we only had 150 miles to go.
It started to rain.
My oldest son got a headache.
A really big headache.
We ran into major traffic.
We were tired.
My youngest son declared that it was the worst day of his life.
So I turned on a fuzzy AM radio station and listened to conspiracy theorists.
The kids went to sleep. I love it when a plan comes together.
We drove through Denver.
We arrived at our hotel in Colorado Springs.
I checked in and left the kids in the car. They were only semiconscious.
We unloaded the luggage and began to drag it and ourselves to our room.
While we were walking down the hall it hit me.
I did such an amazing job packing.
Organized.
Efficient.
Thorough.
But I didn’t pack any extra underwear for myself.
Fail.
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