Coming up with clever titles is the hardest thing about blogs.

So, we're leaving for our first big vacation on Saturday, and I feel so scatter-brained I genuinely can't focus on anything past making mental wishlists while window-shopping on the internet.

We've taken Ruby on small trips here and there, never any more than 3 days. But now we're going for a week, aka a length of time where we can't afford to not bring her jumperoo. Our packing list looks something like this:
-Clothes for Ruby
-Formula for Ruby
-Food for Ruby
-Dishes for Ruby
-Bottles for Ruby
-Shampoo for Ruby
-Towels for Ruby
-Sunscreen for Ruby
-Lotion for Ruby
-Laundry detergent for Ruby
-Case of water for Ruby's bottles
-Toys for Ruby
-Jumperoo for Ruby
-Stroller for Ruby
-Playpen for Ruby
-Pack 'n Play for Ruby
- Sheets for playpen for Ruby
-Sheets for Pack 'n Play for Ruby
-Diapers, wipes, Desitin (for Ruby ... maybe Wayne, too)
-Clothes for Katie
-Clothes for Wayne
-Hairdryer
-Beer

I have to laugh when I think about how ridiculous our car is going to look. Packed completely to the gills, and only one, maybe two bags will be packed with adult items. Thinking of how we are going to fit all of this stuff into our car is causing tiny explosions in my cerebral cortex.

Oh, and addition to the insane amount of laundry and packing and making my list and checking it twice that I'll be doing, we have to get our wedding invitations out before we leave :D

Is this really considered a vacation? Is it going to be fun for us to haul a ton of stuff down to the beach, plus a baby, only to have to bring it all back up an hour later? When I stop to think about it, it would almost be easier to just stay home for a week and not have to pack anything, and do laundry at my leisure.

I'm still looking forward to not being at work, and getting to see bunches and bunches of my extended family.


They can help with the hauling, after all.