I can't pack without a list. Ever. Not even for a weekend trip. Actually, that's not true. When we went over to the Eastern Shore at the beginning of March for a night without the kid, I did not make a list to pack. But it was one night. Add in a second one, and it throws me into a tailspin to not have a list. This is made even more true when the kid is coming with us. She comes with a lot of stuff. A lot.
So now I have a "weekend trip with the kid" excel packing list to add to my week away (flying) and week away (driving) lists. I embrace my type-A dorkiness, in case anyone wondered.
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