We’re going on holiday and I’m losing it about suitcases.
My kids throw jeans decorated with food and grass stains at bags and consider themselves packed. No big deal. They’ve forgotten everything from lens liquid to underwear and chargers but they’re ready, apparently. Were it not for the fact they’d totally cock up the holiday at the other end by being filth packed for a day’s gaming I’d go with it and shrug my shoulders right back at them.
Instead, I’ve been patient, child-centered and nurturing for 72 hours.
Now I’m freaking.