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Okay. For those who haven't figured it out by now, I'm fussy, plan-oriented, and detail-focussed. I pack like that, too. Scott and I have found that minimal pain comes from each of us picking what to take, and me packing it, because he really doesn't care as long as nothing is damaged. Therefore, yesterday I started packing my stuff. I began with the medium suitcase, on the theory that I would probably have to repack into the large one when Scott's stuff was added, but I wanted to try. When I was done, I had everything that needed to be in there (except muffin bars) in from my stuff, and was using just over (barely - by a couple shirts) half the suitcase. Looking at it, I figured, yep, I'll likely need to move to the large.
I told Scott to pile his stuff up, which he did. Last night, I folded two shirts from his pile and put them in the medium suitcase. I looked at it and said, yep, it'll need the large. I'll do it in the morning.
So this morning, I started out by packing all his stuff in the large suitcase, intending to then transfer my stuff over. Only, when I was done with his stuff, there was room for maybe 2-3 of my shirts if I packed loosely (which I usually do, since we tend to come back from trips with more than we take on them). Maybe all my shirts if I crammed it in, possibly even some of my socks. No way was I going to get everything in there.
So I went to get the small suitcase. And could not find it. It was not in the garage, the under-eaves storage (where it should be) or the library (where the other two suitcases had fetched up, waiting to be unpacked, since December). I looked in the bedroom, I rechecked places...finally decided it must have broken or something and been pitched, and I'd forgotten it. At this point, Scott goes in and finds it in the bedroom, in plain sight, right next to the book-shelf. It had been standing upright, so we'd started using it as a shelf, and I guess my eyes naturally skipped over the thing with the stuffed animal on it.... Heh. At least we had it, I had been considering whether we needed to buy one.
The small suitcase found, I transferred my stuff to it. It all fit - just. I told Scott that I thought I could get his stuff into the medium suitcase, just, if I crammed it. He then said he was going to add his good cloak, so forget that. He's since taken it out, because it will be too hot. So I'll either move some of my stuff over to "his" suitcase, or move his stuff into the medium suitcase.
Nonetheless, compared to the stereotypical role of the woman hauling along too much, I find this hysterical. Mind you, we have the stereotypes down perfectly - they're just reversed.
I told Scott to pile his stuff up, which he did. Last night, I folded two shirts from his pile and put them in the medium suitcase. I looked at it and said, yep, it'll need the large. I'll do it in the morning.
So this morning, I started out by packing all his stuff in the large suitcase, intending to then transfer my stuff over. Only, when I was done with his stuff, there was room for maybe 2-3 of my shirts if I packed loosely (which I usually do, since we tend to come back from trips with more than we take on them). Maybe all my shirts if I crammed it in, possibly even some of my socks. No way was I going to get everything in there.
So I went to get the small suitcase. And could not find it. It was not in the garage, the under-eaves storage (where it should be) or the library (where the other two suitcases had fetched up, waiting to be unpacked, since December). I looked in the bedroom, I rechecked places...finally decided it must have broken or something and been pitched, and I'd forgotten it. At this point, Scott goes in and finds it in the bedroom, in plain sight, right next to the book-shelf. It had been standing upright, so we'd started using it as a shelf, and I guess my eyes naturally skipped over the thing with the stuffed animal on it.... Heh. At least we had it, I had been considering whether we needed to buy one.
The small suitcase found, I transferred my stuff to it. It all fit - just. I told Scott that I thought I could get his stuff into the medium suitcase, just, if I crammed it. He then said he was going to add his good cloak, so forget that. He's since taken it out, because it will be too hot. So I'll either move some of my stuff over to "his" suitcase, or move his stuff into the medium suitcase.
Nonetheless, compared to the stereotypical role of the woman hauling along too much, I find this hysterical. Mind you, we have the stereotypes down perfectly - they're just reversed.
