Pack the Sink...

If there's anything left in my closest, it was a gross oversight.

Packing for a weekend, I'm nearly a pro at. Packing for a trip where we fly, I'm getting better at. Packing for a 2 week vacation with infant in tow? I'm a rookie. I'm already a category A "overpacker". I feel more comfortable knowing that we have everything we might need, and even though I know we can always buy what we forgot, I'd rather forgo that experience. 2 Sundays, a wedding, and 2 holidays means 5 nice outfits for mom, dad, and baby. 7 normal days means nice but comfy clothes. Add diapers, wipes, Christmas presents, chargers, monitors, etc. And now we're up to 2 bags. Even though I haven't had caffeine since that tiny cup of coffee at 7am, I feel wired even thinking about it all.

Since being married, I've become accustomed to packing for trips into St. Louis. Yet, even with being thorough, I always forget something. Hence the wired stress. Before the night is through, I'll be going through our daily routine and seeing what I may have forgotten...