We are taking a family road trip this week. It should be very exciting, what with the van we don’t totally trust yet, a baby who throws up if she has to sit in the carseat longer than she deems necessary (out of anger at being in a carseat, not carsickness), and you know, just the usual Vitafam off-the-wallery you’d expect.
Andrew still looks a little green when we discuss actually leaving tomorrow.
I’m in the throes of packing (Hey Look! I started packing the day before!) and I got a little tickled at my packing list.
It had the usual things like:
- laptop chargers
- phone chargers
- iPad charger
And then we rounded a corner for Worst-Case Scenario with things like :
- towels to clean the throw-up
- puke bags
- baby motrin
- chocolate for Mama
And then, finally, the Worst-Worst Case scenario:
- the shooter
And by “the shooter,” I mean the nasal syringe we use to clean out everybody’s sinuses.
But you have to admit, the list does sound like we are prepared for All Things Dire, right?
I’ll be reporting in as the mood strikes or as the adventure subsides. We would totally covet your prayers.
Our house will be occupied some while we’re gone, plus, we have very diligent neighbors. You do NOT want to tangle with them. So no robbery, please.
Besides, according to my list, we’re taking all the good stuff with us…