Packing for a family of 4 shouldn’t be this stressful.
In my ideal world, 4 people = 4 cases packed by their owner. In my world, 4 people = everything collected, washed, ironed and packed by me. Normally 3 hours before we leave. I get super stressed, angry and resentful that no one is helping me and everyone else is stood exactly where I need to be. James and I have a massive argument. Every. Single. Time.
But no one can help me because I like everything just so and need to know upon arrival where every item is. Control of this task is not something I’m willing to relinquish although I’d happily outsource the laundry element!
That said, I’ve super enjoyed pairing down my extensive holiday clothing box and creating a capsule wardrobe of outfits that I’m excited to wear this year. A lot of the old stalwarts have been regulated to the ‘no way’ pile and I’ve stuck to just a few colours to keep it simple. Which is code for: I only have a few colours in my wardrobe so couldn’t use more even if I wanted!
3 dresses, 1 pair of jeans, 1 skirt, 1 pair of shorts and 3 tops. 4 pairs of shoes but the gold birkenstocks are my beach shoes too. I’ve moved away from the blue and neutrals and gone pink for the beach with my 2 bikinis and cover up (which is a super comfy playsuit/jumpsuit) and that’s me packed. Oh and my running stuff but I can squeeze all of that into the two trainers.
That’s practically no more than a small corner of the suitcase. James made me snort with laughter today when he innocently proclaimed that he was taking the least amount of clothes of all of us. More like by far the most.
I’m pretty happy with my packing frugality and the best thing is that the only thing I need to think about in Greece is which order to wear the outfits in.
I’ve forgotten something haven’t I?