We are on the road again this weekend. Jeremy loves to pack – he is usually in charge of packing for the kids and for himself and I swoop in at the last minute and shove my clothes into the space that he’s saved for me. We’ve been together so long that Jeremy knows that I always pack too light and he needs to add an extras of his own boxers/undershirt/sweatshirt that I’ll need to use as PJs.
I don’t know what happened this time, but I was trying to be “helpful” and co-packed the suitcase with him. As a result, neither of us knew exactly what the other person had packed. As a result, one of the four of us is going commando today.