When packing for a trip, do not allow your kids to help unless you watch them..
Since summer vacation has arrived, I wanted to help all the parents and parents-to-be.
Regan (of course) decided to help Mommy pack for our trip to Charleston last year. She was showing me how she dressed her stuffed dog, Zack (yes, she named her stuffed animal after our live dog, Zack) in her old bikini. She chattered about on about something while handing me the clothes I had folded.
Things were dandy until we arrived at the hotel to unpack. I unfolded my favorite yellow shirt when something clinked onto the bed and rolled on the floor. I reached under the hotel bed--brave, I know. There, uncapped, was my favorite lipstick.
With my stomach sinking down to my feet, I looked at the shirt. Streaks of mauve criss-crossed the top.
Regan came bouncing into the room. I questioned her very quietly. She smiled and said she didn't want me to be without my make-up so she put my lipstick inside the shirt and wasn't I proud of her? I knew I couldn't be angry because she wanted to help so I politely said thank you. She be-bopped out while I continued to unpack. Every one of my clothes had make-up folded into them. Some had caps; some did not. Suffice to say, I have a reputation in Charleston as the nutcase who wears Picasso inspired lipstick shirts and foundation blue jean shorts.
I'm packing alone this year to Texas.
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2 comments:
At least you can say you are an original. I thought the worst would be finding out you didn't have the stuff you needed...lol
Hugs!
Your blog just gives me the giggles! Reminds me of my days as a nanny/caregiver...yep, you just can't get mad when they're so "helpful" :)
Also, thank you for the kind words you left on my blog, I really feel comforted...
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