Packing for a normal holiday is stressful enough. Packing for Disney Florida feels like preparing for a space mission where the astronauts refuse to wear the outfits you packed and would prefer to bring seventeen soft toys instead.
I have made a list. Then I made another list because I lost the first one. Now I have a notebook dedicated entirely to things we might need. Half the items are snacks. The other half are suncream. I am assuming we will survive mostly on crisps and SPF.
The kids keep throwing random items into the suitcases like we are fleeing the country. Today I found a Halloween costume and three odd socks in there. The suitcase is now in a secure location because if one more person puts slime inside it I will cry.
I have tried to be sensible. I have packed comfortable shoes because apparently we will be walking the distance of the actual Great Wall of China. I have also packed matching outfits for adorable photos that will never happen because it will be too hot and someone will spill something within five minutes.
Toiletries are a whole situation. Why are there eight different bottles for children who act like soap is a form of torture. I keep telling myself Florida has shops if we forget anything. Then I pack it anyway because what if they suddenly stop selling toothpaste while we are there.
The scale of the packing anxiety grows daily. I am convinced we will either forget something essential or take so much that we need a second plane just for our luggage. There is no in between.
But the excitement is right there too. Every time I zip up a bag I picture us landing in the sunshine. I can already see the kids running straight into the pool instead of helping unpack. And honestly. That is exactly the chaos I am packing for.
We will get there. We will pack everything we need. Probably. And if not. At least we will have crisps.
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