The Packing Ballet… Or Not

“So… that’s it?

“I guess So.”

       

        “Not possible!”

        “Wellllll, unless there’s more…”

        “Nope, I thought I had too much.”

        “Uh, then I'm done.”

        “Alrighty then!”

So here I sit, wondering out-loud, “Sumthin’s wrong!" How did this happen? There must be more? I can’t possibly be done!”

Yeah, the “Packing Ballet has begun, 

and just like that… it was over. 

No whining about “this doesn’t match that or that doesn’t fit anymore or Don’t Touch That Yet!! or Where’s the ‘You Know What’…" 

[You KNOW the Damn "You Know What" is already in the bag]

No, it was actually civil this time.

She put it all on the bed, I put it all in the cute little packing cubes I found online and into the bag… and lo and behold… 

she DID NOT take it out of the bag and back to the closet!!! 

And wonder of wonders, no cramming, jamming etc. no… I actually have too much room.  My bag is half empty!!!

Say What?!?

Yup, now I'm looking for stuff to fill in gaps, ya can't have stuff rattelin' around in there ya know. 
THIS-IS-NOT-NORMAL-PEOPLE!

For those who may be new to this rambling monologue called NOWAT and have not snored... err, uh... giggled through previous Packing Ballets’…

Chucky used to pack Duffle bags for his mates in the Air Force for a fee. His packing skills are akin to making sausage, every imaginable item is rolled so tightly you could bounce it off a wall and only hurt the wall, then crammed tightly into a space meant for half the contents, where every infinitesimal nook and cranny is used. And he usually has room for Just… one… last… thing.  Which of course she always comes up with after he has the bags locked and is halfway to the car.

Oh and No Hectic Haul-Ass Last Minute Mall Runs! [Yet... its only 4PM!] 

Awwww cummon, it’s just a little trip to DC for a week with 2 rambunctious yungins, and she got all the shopping outta the way long ago. Yup, and Oh Hey… No Frantic Fruitless Foot-ware Forays [not that she didn’t contemplate one last run to DSW] no... but that will probably come in June when we take the… uh... err... oh wait, we’re not allowed to discuss that yet... [or can we Donna?] 

O.K. moving right along now.

One of those quick stop ‘n’ shops a week ago included carry-on luggage for the boys, [You all must know now that Chucky is paranoid about checked luggage on connecting flights – he has nightmares of their cloths arriving in Albuquerque while they're deplaning in DC]

And of course Greg and Cristina decided [without consultation, bless their trusting li'l hearts] that Papa would do the packing [see note above about sausage stuffing] so the new luggage is at Casa d’ Chaos awaiting their STUFF.  

The more I look at the bags, and the more I think about how small all their stuff is, I'm beginning to think: "I can get all of it in just one bag."

“Forget it Chucky, use both bags!”

“Yes Dear.” {mumbled.. grumble.. it’l fit dammit}

 “What’s that Chucky?”

 “Nuthin… Dear.”

I was just about to start dinner when Cristina dropped off their cloths [hmmmm maybe it wont all fit into one bag- don't tell DL] and decided to take the boys out for dinner and a movie, and some Mommy Time [she's having withdrawals already]. 

Dragon Chic has decided on an ISAGENEX shake [don't ask... those that DO know... understand] so I guess it's leftovers for me since I cleaned out the fridge except for Henry's Rib Eye -  he'll get home while we're gone [a trucker' gotta have his MEAT]. 

More Pre-Trip shenanigans later, that is... if something cute comes up, otherwise the next post might just be from DC relating the usual Departure Chaos… Or not.

So, until she comes up with

Just… one… last… thing...

Ciao 4 Now,

Uncle Chuck & the looking for more STUFF to stuff...

Dragon Lady