I don’t bother discussing packing techniques — I simply start packing in my stuff (noting, I’m ridiculously organized and like to be prepared), and if his stuff fits we take one bag. If not, we take two.

I have the added bonus of being the proprietor of the ‘car bag.’ He has two teenagers, so this ‘car bag’ is comprised of reading material, extra chargers + cables, extra headphones, ear buds (the foamy ones you wear when you are trying to cut down on noise), a travel battery to charge iPads and phones, snacks, my knitting, scissors, tweezers, clippers, mints, gum, tea bags, sweetener, pen, paper, Pepto, Dramamine, eye drops, tissues, sunscreen, lotion, baby/wet wipes, and other items of that ilk. I’m like a nomad. Why do I haul this insane car bag every time we take a little trip? Because I’ve been asked for one or more of these items in the past during lengthy roadtrips by one or all of them. Like I just magically happen to have it. *Sigh* but I do.

Not sure how I became the keeper of all survival provisions; guess it’s being the adult female with a purse, they assumed I’d be an ideal candidate. Thus began my role as the female Macgyver (able to supply anything at a mere utterance). I assume if ever we get stranded out in the middle of nowhere we should be able to survive for at least a week or two on the crap I haul around in that bag.