Let’s pretend for a moment that a family of 6 traveled to California for 10 days. How much would they pack? How many bags would it take? Well apparently this is it.
My poor kids and I had to drag all of this stuff onto the plane because Dave would only check ONE bag. Yep, can’t make this stuff up.
As we traveled through the airport, we were not mistaken for any other celebrities, but we were mistaken for the Griswalds. The kids were carrying stuff that weighed more than they did.
Dave wouldn’t budge. He only let us bring the bare minimum and of course we ran out of clothes and he suggested doing laundry at the hotel. What? This is vacation!! Hold on kids, let’s throw a couple of loads in before we head to Disneyland. The spin cycle has to be as much fun as Space Mountain.
At one point, I had to go through the dirty clothes, determine which were the dirtiest and dress my kids. Yep! This is my reality. I am so blessed to go on awesome vacations, but Lord just let me bring more than three outfits. I flashbacked to my Catholic School days and the uniform requirements.
If you look closely at our pictures from our trip, our kids are in the same outfits for days. I can’t wait until our girls are teenagers, look through vacation pictures and they ask why they are always in the same clothes. I also can’t wait until these teenagers all want to pack their own individual bags.
I wonder who will win that battle? Five strong, independent women or one worn out Dad!!