Remember when I was busy pretending I didn’t have a vacation coming up for which I had to pack? For three people? For various climes? (The highs at my mom’s house are supposed to be in the mid-80s, the lows in the mid-50s. That narrows down my packing NONE AT ALL.) Remember how that was just last week, like Friday?
Yeah, I’m all packed.
I pulled together eight outfits for the girls, picked up prescriptions from Walgreens, returned library books, bought books for the plane ride, went to Target twice because I realized later that Gracie had outgrown every single pair of jeans she owned, went back to Walgreens to fill a prescription for Gracie because she has a horrendous case of swimmer’s ear, and picked out eight outfits for myself (after trying them all on). And I still had time to pull together all of the activities and books to keep the kids occupied during the flight. It was a very busy Saturday. But I’m packed.
Oh, I still have the minor details like medicine, toiletries, earrings (my grown-up “superpowers” lie in my earrings, people) and, of course, all the things I’ll remember over the next three days that I’ve forgotten. At this point I’m betting that I forget to charge the camera, iPod, and DVD player. That would equal disaster. So: I am summoning all of the mental energy I have left to do that Monday night.
My current dilemma is what to do with the booster seats. Both girls still need them. I can rent them from the rental car company for the low, low price of $10/day. Each. For those of you still doing the math, that comes to a grand total of $160. Or, I can pack my booster seats into a piece of luggage and pay the $30 each way to check it. Plan B puts me $110 ahead. That’s a nice chunk of change, isn’t it? The problem is that I would have to drag around the extra luggage. Last year I didn’t even bother figuring out the math – it was my first trip flying solo with the girls, I had the checked luggage of enormous proportions, three backpacks that weighed about 30 lbs a piece, a purse filled to the brim, and two girls to corral – and I had Auntie Kim to help! This year I have it down to one piece of checked luggage, one backpack of moderate heft, and a kids-sized rollerbag that Gracie is more than happy (and capable) to manage. So I might be able to swing another checked bag…but then again, I’m doing it all on my own this year.
Decisions, decisions. I keep waffling back and forth. I could just splurge and spend $160 on peace of mind…but I hate knowing I’m blowing $110 needlessly, too. Especially when I know it will be an expensive vacation filled with lots of eating out and fun things to do!
What do you guys think? Pay for peace of mind? Or act like the penny-pinching yankee I usually am?