Packing for a holiday: Women vs men (or just me vs my husband..?)
One week before holiday
- Start mentally packing, putting things to one side in my wardrobe
3 days to go
- Start wearing old crap underwear so I can save my least grey stuff for packing (not sure why I need to to only take my best knickers away).
- Become laundry obsessed. Even more than usual. Everything must be washed NOW in case I decide to pack it.
- Pack my toiletries bag.
2 days to go
- Freak out because I’m going to a party tonight and nothing in the ‘won’t be taking these away’ section of my wardrobe seems acceptable. Try on everything in the hope that it has suddenly become suitable.
- Go shopping and get over excited by ‘Travel Sized’ bottles of everything. Spend 10 minutes deliberating if it’s OK to buy 50ml versions for £1 when 200ml is £1.50. Find empty travel bottles in the next aisle. They are also £1.50. Kick myself for being so indecisive. Return to mini bottles and and buy mini everything.
- Buy a new pair of shoes I don’t really need.
Day before holiday
- Choose the clothes I definitely want to take, attempting to achieve the coveted ‘capsule’ set where everything goes with everything (who am I kidding?).
- Limit myself to 3 pairs of shoes, including the new ones.
- Try on every outfit to make sure it goes with one of the 3 pairs of shoes.
- Decide on my travelling outfit and hang it on my wardrobe door.
- Pat myself on the back for being decisive and limiting myself. I have NOT overpacked.
Morning of holiday
- Spot things in the ironing pile that I could probably squeeze in. That top is a bit nicer than the one I packed. It’s only one top. Oh but if I take that I’ll need to pink shoes. That’s just one more pair of shoes.
- Repeat two more times
- Mentally shout at myself for over packing.
- Accept it and move on. I am the boss of me.
Morning of holiday
- Put on some clothes.
- Pack whatever else is in his wardrobe that he fancies taking.
- Grab any toiletries he fancies taking.
I think he’s got it right really.