I keep a list for everything. I have a work list. A grocery list. A wish list. A 'to do' list. I even have a packing list.
The packing list. There's a reason behind this, seriously.
Anyone that knows me understands that I do not like messes. I hate piles of stuff on my counter tops and on the bed and dressers. I have to put the laundry away. I have to put *all* the groceries away. Basically, if there isn't a spot for it in my house, I don't want it.
Simple enough, right?
Nah, it could never be that easy.
Mike is the complete opposite. He can leave a stack of clothes on top of his dresser for weeks without it bothering him. He will take a shirt one day, a shirt another day, and before you know it, his stack is gone and he hasn't opened a dresser drawer in a week or two. On the other hand, if I see that, my skin automatically starts to itch and I *must* put the stuff away.
When it comes to packing, Mike will throw stuff in a corner or on top of an extra bed and then pack it in a bag the night before we are due to leave. I can't do that. It's is physically impossible for me to do that.
So I make a packing list. It looks something like this:
- three bathing suits
- four pairs of socks
- five pairs of shorts
- five t-shirts
- two button down shirts
- two pairs of capris
- two pairs of flip flops
- purple sneakers
- camera charger
- extra memory card for camera
and so on.
This method has worked for me for years. I've never forgotten anything. Except batteries once. :)
So, today, I start my list for Hawaii.
But first I have to check off stuff from my work list. Tee hee hee.
Yes, I'm sick I tell ya. But don't you (my three faithful readers) have a quirk that identifies you?