Seriously, I just can't win.
I'm a chronic overpacker. I bring everything. I bring everything and then things I didn't know I had. I pack a pair of pants for everyday, twice as many tops as I need, pairs of shoes that will never be worn and at least two dresses just in case. Then I end up in frustration because I have far too much luggage and finding anything is a nightmare. I wear the same things over and over because it means I don't have to go searching in my partially unpacked bag.
When we moved back up to Colorado two weeks ago I vowed that would not be the case. I would bring a few things, things that matched and were easily interchangable. I would hang everything up so it was easy to find. My empty luggage would fit under the bed.
I suppose I should rewind a little for those of you that are new here. Kent and I are in limbo at the moment. Our condo is still being rented but we had to come back from Texas so Kent can work. During the four-to-five week period between leaving San Antonio and moving back into our place we're staying with my parents.
Anyway, now that everyone's caught up please let me continue. I was meticulous this time. I brought four pairs of pants and three dresses that are work appropirate. I brought six shirts and four pairs of shoes. Everything seemed in order. But, as seems to often be the case, my hubris was punished. My first day back in the office I discovered a tear in my black capris. This was not a happy situation. They were ripped irrepairably. I could no longer go to work in them unless I wanted to look like the little matchstick girl. I was now down to three pairs of pants.
Beginning my second week I was beginning to think that three pairs of pants was not enough since I can only wear my jeans on Friday. However I was determined to make it work. Then, in the bathroom I pulled off the button of my second pair of pants. Not just any button of course, but the critical I-need-this-button-to-close-my-pants button. Clearly I was in trouble.
Now, in thanks for all my hard work and planning ahead I have to go buy at least one, possible two, new pairs of pants. I'm not going to lie, I can't say I mind.
