Gone Fishin'

We're going to the cottage! We're going to the cottage! A whole weekend at the beach--the good beach. The "faraway, I haven't been there since Sabrina was born" beach!

I'm so excited that I woke up this morning with a case of vacation anticipation the likes of which I haven't felt since I was a child. You remember that feeling, right? When you'd wake up super early filled with a sense of intense possiblilty on the day you were to leave on whatever trip had been planned to break up the tedium of two whole months knocking about the house. A feeling that anything could happen, and whatever it was, it was going to be wonderful. That's how I bounded out of bed at 6 am--and trust me, I don't bound out of bed at 10 am, so this is a very big deal. The Ladies, with no idea what delights are in store for this weekend, are still sleeping soundly.

Me? I've showered, shaved (I'm going to be wearing a real live bikini! Not the "momkini" I wear every day to the pool!), painted my toes a stunning shade of electric blue (Blue Siren by Revlon. I highly recommend it), and put the finishing touches on the packing.

Ugh. The packing. It's times like these, as I look at the bags and paraphranalia cluttering my entryway, that I think back very fondly on my life pre-kids. It used to be that for a trip like this I'd toss a towel, a tee, and a toothbrush into a bag and be out the door and on my way for a weekend of cottagey goodness. Now I'm hauling around a packed-to-bursting duffle bag filled with clothes for The Ladies, a backpack full of towels, Regan's Dora backpack (a whimsical alternative to a diaper bag, and one she can carry herself to boot), a pack of diapers, a pack of swim diapers, a bag of beach toys, a car seat, and a booster seat. Oh, and the toiletries "bag"--Sabrina's school backpack making it's final journey, stuffed to the gills with toothbrushes, Motrin , Tylenol , Gravol (all in children's and adult formulae), babypowder, sunscreen, bug spray, Bactine, and boo boo sticks.

And yet I'm still just taking a towel, a toothbrush, a tee and toothbrush for myself. Oh, and an extra suit. For the hot tub.

We're going to the cottage! We're going to the cottage! And we're bringing a bunch of stuff.

Comments

Gone are the days of easy packing. Now it is about taking with you everything but the washing machine... I have found that the kitchen sink, the fridge and and the bedroom contents are very much a necessity whenever you attempt to leave the house with the Kiddies.
Here's hoping you have a safe and happy time at the cottage!!