We’re going to San Diego for two weeks (Yay!) so we’ve all got to pack more than we normally do. I’m pretty good at packing light, but this trip we’ll be in a hotel for a week and not able to do our laundry until we move in with friends and mooch off them. And we’ve got a lot of different things scheduled so need different clothes. All of us! Also, in San Diego it can start out warm, even hot, but the evenings/nights are always cool. So you need layers.
So dig this picture: stacks and stacks of folded clothes, bathing suits, shoes and an array of toiletries and sundries are piled all over my spacious bedroom floor for all 5 of us. It’s pretty daunting and overwhelming for someone like me. (someone who doesn’t like to deal with shit or think about things to far in advance and has little girls who will lose their shit if I don’t pack ALL their chosen outfits and allow more than one stuffed animal/toy to make the trip with us).
After a week spent doing nothing while I launder and clean, Big Daddy gets up early with a bug up his ass to get packing. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this or not, but Big Daddy is way into Dungeons and Dragons. DND. He’s a DM or Dungeon Master. Yawn, giant eye roll, but it is kinda cute and sexy in a nerd way. Anyway, he’s got a big DND game lined up for the coming week with all his old cronies. So this is what he’s most concerned with. Packing all his crap!
I’m still lying in bed sipping coffee thinking about what I still have to pull out of my closet and how to fit it all in our limit luggage, when he turns to me and says, “Can I put these two things in your suitcase?” He’s holding up 2 clear plastic cases that one might use to store buttons and things like that, that he has packed with minis. (Don’t ask me what a fucking mini is. I have no idea. It’s an ugly little monster toy that serves some sort of purpose in this fantasy game). Um, that would be a big fat NO! Are you fucking kidding me?! I have clothes, honey! Clothes, have you heard of those? And shoes, a hair dryer, a flat iron, make up, vitamins, etc, etc, etc. I don’t have room for your freaking toys!!!
Do you believe this? Do you? Isn’t it bad enough I have to fend off 3 girls from packing 22 stuffed animals, 36 barbies and 72 dvds?! I really have to worry about where the fuck he’s going to fit his minis?!
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Leave your hair products home. Or your makeup. Do you really need more than one pair of shoes?
Then why can’t he bring his stuff to have a good time with his friends?
Oh, and all of D&D players aren’t necessarily nerds.
Here’s what I know about packing, get out what you think you need, put 50% of it back, you don’t need it.
I’m sure he would be happy to leave ALL of his gaming stuff at home and buy new stuff right before the game. Then he can ship it home via USPS right before you leave to go home from vacation.
See, problem solved! Have a good time on your trip.
Wow. I hope, for your marriage’s sake, that this story is embellished and dramatized.
I don’t know you, so I don’t know if you’re privy to this info, but the quickest way to alienate your man is to deny him, or worse, mock him for his hobbies. All he wants is to be happy, and if bringing his “toys” with him on a trip so he can reunite with old friends will bring him that happiness, I think the least a good housewife can do is “allow” that to happen.
Yeah, you don’t know me. All I do is embellish and dramatize and I’m heavy on the sarcasm. I love my man and he is denied nothing by me. Except that he can’t put his stuff in my bag cause I need my space. And he was able to fit it all in his. Don’t worry, we’ve been married for over 11 years. We’ve got this shit down tight
LOL – I just wanted to let you know that you have started a pretty good twitter conversation over here with some of us gamers.
For the record, I think your post is funny and I read some of your other posts and find you funny and talented. I hope you take my comment as the lighthearted thought it was meant to be.
Cheers!
I did, Glenn. No worries. I had my husband read the comment and we both got a good laugh
Thanks for the compliment and I’m flattered about the twitter convo!
I hear ya girlfriend- all I can say is if the girls have to be limited on their toys so can daddy!!!!!!
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