Vacation
We are headed to Cape May, where my parents have generously offered to host us in the house they've rented, a clever (if transparent) ploy to lure their grandchild's keepers to New Jersey. As I was stumbling around the house, rather groggy due to my baby's recent decision that 5:00 a.m. is our new daily happy hour--free drinks on the house! live entertainment!--Sam innocently asked me to help him remember to mail out our bill payments in the morning before we head out of town.
In my blindingly exhausted state, I felt this request was simply too much to ask, particularly as I have assumed the role of valet for the munchkin and have been laundering and assembling her belongings all night for the 8 day trip. I explained that I simply could not be responsible for one more thing, and Sam quickly said to forget about it, it wasn't important, he could do it himself. But with a quizzical expression, he wondered what I meant about packing all of her stuff: "It's just her clothes and diapers, right?"
Yes. Of course, the simple category of "clothes and diapers" means: onesies, long and short-sleeved t-shirts, long pants, pjs, going-out outfits including a couple of dresses her grandparents gave her, jacket, socks and shoes, bibs, sunhat, beach cover, disposable diapers for travel, and swim diapers.
Plus: wipes, sling, bottles with nipples of the appropriate flow for her age, pacifier for when she's with her grandparents, her favorite pink puppy, pump and accoutrements, rice cereal, rubber baby spoon, infant Tylenol and Orajel because she's teething, infant sunscreen, sunhat, burp cloths, blankets and linens, baby monitor, and baby seat. (And of course, her bassinet, Jumperoo, and stroller, which Sam had already loaded into the truck.)
And our snacks and beach towels, and my clothes/shoes/accessories/toiletries. And work stuff, laptop, and magazines/books.
I need a vacation just to recover from packing.
In my blindingly exhausted state, I felt this request was simply too much to ask, particularly as I have assumed the role of valet for the munchkin and have been laundering and assembling her belongings all night for the 8 day trip. I explained that I simply could not be responsible for one more thing, and Sam quickly said to forget about it, it wasn't important, he could do it himself. But with a quizzical expression, he wondered what I meant about packing all of her stuff: "It's just her clothes and diapers, right?"
Yes. Of course, the simple category of "clothes and diapers" means: onesies, long and short-sleeved t-shirts, long pants, pjs, going-out outfits including a couple of dresses her grandparents gave her, jacket, socks and shoes, bibs, sunhat, beach cover, disposable diapers for travel, and swim diapers.
Plus: wipes, sling, bottles with nipples of the appropriate flow for her age, pacifier for when she's with her grandparents, her favorite pink puppy, pump and accoutrements, rice cereal, rubber baby spoon, infant Tylenol and Orajel because she's teething, infant sunscreen, sunhat, burp cloths, blankets and linens, baby monitor, and baby seat. (And of course, her bassinet, Jumperoo, and stroller, which Sam had already loaded into the truck.)
And our snacks and beach towels, and my clothes/shoes/accessories/toiletries. And work stuff, laptop, and magazines/books.
I need a vacation just to recover from packing.
posted by Tara | 9:54 PM
2 Comments:
I'm in the doghouse :(
In my defense, I only had 4 hours of sleep last night!
Oh my. The end of packing lightly is one of the things that I dread most about once the baby arrives . . .
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