It’s always a colossal shitshow when we try to go on vacation. Last year we were moving to our new house. This year it’s just a combination of being busy with insane work and the fact that vacation tries to kill us each year. We’ve had colds, injuries, and one year Sasha ended up in the ER the night before with a scratched Cornea. This year, Sasha has erupting wisdom teeth, and Yulia has stomach issues. I’m just hoping all the whiskey I’m drinking is killing off whatever it is that I have lurking before it kills me.
I think I have everything packed, but it’s hard to be sure. I am trying to get past the habit of taking every damn thing when we go and packing in a smarter manner. I know I’m not there, but it’s a bit better. I’m pretty good with clothes at this point, but I still want a mobile command center everywhere I go. I’m not even sure it’s legal to fly with so much stuff anymore.
So I’ve done the standard “Take half as much stuff and twice as much money”. But we’ll be at Disney so that won’t work either.
I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
Travel tip: don’t throw coins into your plane’s engine “for blessings”