It’s all about the planning, baby!
I am a planner. In my car at all times, I have about 2 packs of Puffs tissue, a change of clothes for both mochis and me, a full-sized precision sharp Fiskars scissors, a diaper changing station, jackets, a stroller, the “red thing” (which is the baby Floppy seat that protects mochis from shopping carts and high chairs), a Capri Sun, a pack of Mott’s unsweeted applesauce, a mini Doodle, parking money, spare pantyhose, an umbrella and bingo daubers. Yes, bingo daubers. You never know when the mood will strike. I don’t have a GPS so I carry a Thomas Guide.
In my purse, which is about the size of a travel pack of Puffs tissue, I have my phone, wallet, keys, mini pharmacy (regular Tylenol, baby Tylenol, Tums, and a vitamin), a nail clipper and lip gloss. I usually carry mini altoids, but I can’t seem to find them anymore. I guess I have to look harder.
Whenever we go anywhere, I pack a full meal of food she’ll never reject. A banana, Gerber toddler pasta, diced pears, peaches or applesauce. I usually heat up a sippy cup of milk (yes, I still heat up her milk, just hush) and throw them all in a lunch tote.
I’ll do all that, get packed up, get everyone buckled in, hit the road, and I’m in the carpool lane before I realize I’m going in the opposite direction, my hair is unbrushed and I left the tickets or gift card or coupon at home.
Is this the same sassy 10-year-old that I knew in Manoa?
Sassy? Me? Hahahaha.