Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Packing

6 toboggans
10 pairs of ski gloves
6 coats
6 snow pants
6 sets of long underwear
Extra socks
Crocs
Blankets
Snacks
Lunch
8 DS games
4 iPods synced
Carmex
Camera
P.J.'s
Toothbrushes
Toothpaste
I feel like I am forgetting something.
Winterplace, 80 percent chance of snow and 16 degrees, here we come.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

And They're Off

The boys were night and day yesterday afternoon, compared to the previous afternoon.  Wyatt woke up bouncing off the walls (and could have gone to school).  Levi slept in, and laid around on the couch all day until about 2.  But, he was one day (and one dose) behind Wyatt, so that was par for the course.  Wyatt and I finished the packing, and drove out to the elementary school and middle school to get their missed work for the rest of the week.  After seeing the amount of worksheets from Wyatt's class, I think an entire rain forest was missing for the three days of work.  Levi didn't have as much, and I am not sure they understood that he wasn't coming back for the week, but we'll see.  I dropped them off at 7 last night, at my parents house and loaded their stuff into the van.  They got on the train at 3am this morning in Salisbury, and are on their way to Washington DC. 

 Now......what are my odds of the buddies NOT getting this?

Friday, February 22, 2008

Planning a Trip

You don't fully appreciate your mother until you are one.  We have decided to take the big boys skiing over the week-end.  The little boys are staying with my parents.  Sounds simple, right?  Well, since I was sick earlier in the week, there are many loads of laundry that need to be washed.  L has a slumber party at school tonight, so we will have to pick him up early in the morning on the way.  There are suitcases that need to be packed while big boys are at school, because this trip is a surprise.  The kitchen hasn't been mopped, and the coat and boot area look like a bomb went off.  The washing machine isn't completing the final high-spin.  The husband is on his way to the coast, riding with a buddy in his rig, to pick-up his "new" tractor.  Today I am on my own with all of this.  Shesh, to be a kid again and just get woken up and told to get dressed and get in the car because we are going on a trip.  Ahhhh, the good ol' days.
Okay, enough whining.  I need to go make a list.