Since I’m the default parent, I do all the packing whenever we travel. I make sure everyone has everything they need, soup to nuts, head to toe, alpha to omega.
No one does that for me. They just ask me questions and distract me. So when I was packing yesterday, I ping-pinged around the house as usual.
Tonight as I was getting ready to jump in the shower at our hotel, I suffered the miserable realization that I failed to pack any underwear or socks for myself (all other clan members are fully stocked). I had those drawers open and was ready to pull items. But something obviously distracted me. I don’t even remember what.
I have no clean underwear or socks. That is all.
That s#*t sooo runs in the family. Makes me feel ever so good that I ain’t the only one. 🙂