Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The bag I didn't pack
This is a picture of the bag for Year 6 camp that I didn't pack. I love not packing bags. It brings me much joy. After many years of packing for all the kids it feels SO liberating.
I used to hate going away because of the packing. But over the last few years the kids have pretty much packed themselves. They ask me what to pack and they pack it. If they're going away on a camp by themselves they print off the list and pack it. It is so glorious.
Sure, it can have downfalls. I optimistically (and probably quite lazily) let the 5yo pack her own bag for a church weekend away earlier in the year. Yeah, ok. So we could have done with another pair of undies and something warm for her to wear (the flouncy pink party dress probably wasn't the ideal camping gear). Oh yes, and a towel would have been handy, as would have a pair of socks (it rained the whole weekend).
But we did have a Zhu Zhu pet (that awoke during various points of the night to wake us all up and freak us out), a shiny pink toiletry bag full of hair clips, a beautiful silk purse and three toothbrushes.
So, yeah, bit of a way to go. But still feels sooo good.