So we're going out of town tomorrow for a baseball tournament. For one night. Packing for one night is seriously more frustrating than packing for a week away. Now that I think about it I probably packed enough for a week away... I just can't help myself. I packed for Layla and myself. The boys are on their own and I'm a little paranoid about that. See... Layla and I are set for ANY kind of weather. Rainy, cold, warm, hot, super hot, sweat your balls off hot. Get my point? I have a feeling if I look in Gage's bag I will find one tee shirt and one pair of shorts... oh and maybe he'll remember his nut cup so that I can possibly have grandchildren one day. I'm thinking if I don't go down to his room and put everything he needs in his bag then it will be my fault that he smells like a farm (because he will forget his deodorant) or that his teeth are covered in scum (because he will forget his tooth brush) and I could go on and on but what's the point. You know my ass is gonna be down there in about five minutes going through his bag so I don't hear tomorrow...
"Umm... I think I forgot something."
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