The thought of packing for three children and myself is not so bad.
The thought of packing all the
crap shit how many do they have?? necessities?
That is making me get gray hairs.
I work in the morning and then come home to tackle the clothes, entertainment things and dry foods packing. Monday morning is going to be full of the coolers being packed whilst the husband gets to wrangle the children into their clothes.
Should be fun no?
Someone hold me. I'm scared.