Packing

I'm procrastinating.

I've told my husband's grandmother that I will bring my twin 3-year-old boys and my baby girl to her house tomorrow. The wisdom of extending a 9-hour trip with rambunctious boys for the sake of a nursing infant is certainly the subject of debate for another day.

Today's issue is packing.

I have a note on my iPhone listing various items I need to remember to include. The iPhone lists are so handy, because I can jot it down any time a new item comes to mind, excluding, of course, those times when I'm driving. (I hope to God you exclude those times, too!)

So far, over the last four days, I've accumulated quite a list. It includes things like:
portable crib (very important and very forgettable!)
ibuprofen (equally important but easily accessible at any convenience store, should I forget it!)
diapers, pullups, burp cloths, bottles, formula, blankies, and infant gas drops (self-explanatory, I think!)
AND, of course, the vague but necessary, "stuff to do."

Stuff to do? How do you entertain two toddlers strapped in a car seat for hours on end? How do you keep them occupied for a four-day stint in Great-Grandma's "inside-voice-only" home while you, as the grown-up, try to visit in a grown-up way with the other grown-ups? Coloring books, crayons, TAG readers and books, snacks, songs, movies, stickers, balls, cars, costumes, sidewalk chalk, bubbles and perhaps glue and scissors, although that sounds like a really terrible, awful, no-good idea.

Wow, I feel like I'm running a preschool. Good thing I drive a huge, black storage cabinet with seats!

I just realized I forgot to put clothes and toiletries on the list.

Well, at least we'll have stuff to do.