What "we" Do.
I am taking the kids up to Perth today for three nights and as I am packing the suitcase I am reminded of a conversation, some might call an argument, with Mr Point Five after one particular packing episode early on in our marriage.
My poor, poor deluded husband thought that since his parents have somehow come to this travel/packing arrangement after 40 or so odd years of marriage that our house would operate the same way after 2??
I tried not terribly successfully to calmly explain that I was NOT his mother (don’t we all LOVE those conversations? We have had a few mainly along the topics of cooking and housework but this packing one was new) and that if he turned into his father I would either murder or leave him.
It took the rest of the five hour drive and a new $300 portacot at our destination to remedy that arrangement in his mind. That and the fact that I had also purely by luck or stroke of genius, forgotten to pack his jocks on the same occasion and he had to borrow his Dads.
From then on, Mr Point Five has been totally responsible for and packs his own stuff. I do me and the boys and we spend the last 5 minutes before we leave the house cross checking what we have forgotten to pack for various trips over the last 5 years. This is what “we” do in our house 😉