Stephanie Morrill

The Vacation where if I managed to remember it, I lost it

30 November 2009

I’m not a forgetful or disorderly person. At all. But apparently even the überorganized can fail.

So I spent most of last week vacationing in Yosemite, right? My husband, an avid hiker, was super excited and made up this whole packing list for himself. I think it’s because he secretly likes listing all his hiking gear. He also made a list for McKenna, then encouraged me to make one of my own. “Yeah, yeah,” I said a few times. “I’m not worried.” Because I rarely forget anything when I go on vacation.

Except this time.

It wasn’t anything super critical like underwear or contacts, but I did manage to leave the house without ANY winter stuff. I remembered my coat (probably only because it’d been bought specifically for the trip) but I forgot my winter hat, scarf, gloves, and long underwear. All of which I intended to bring.

I spent the entire trip feeling like a little kid who can’t be trusted to pack for themselves. My friend, Rachel, loaned me an extra pair of gloves and Ben graciously gave up his hat. (Even more gracious—only once did he say, “This is why you should make a packing list,” and he saved it for the final day. Had I given up my winter hat … well, he would’ve heard about it a lot more often.)

Of course had I remembered to bring my winter stuff, I probably would have lost it.

The first thing I lost was McKenna’s coat. That’s right. My 2-year-old’s coat. That I’d just bought. For this trip. I’m not even sure what happened to it. When we got our luggage in Sacramento, we had it. When we got in the Suburban, we apparently didn’t.

The second thing I lost was my sunglasses. Again, not exactly sure what happened. I know where I had them last, but they weren’t there when I looked. And all of us adults scoured the house with no luck. It wouldn’t be such a bummer if I didn’t currently hate all new sunglasses. (My face is tiny—I look like a fly in those huge, round things.)

And then I thought I’d either lost my hair gel or forgotten it at home, but I found it on the last day in our friend’s laundry room. ???? I’m guessing McKenna may have had something to do with that.

So I’m home now, and on hunt for a pair of sunglasses that doesn’t make me look like a bug. I might have a chance to look tonight when I’m at the mall for a book signing. (Like that smooth segue?)

I’m at Barnes and Noble at Oak Park Mall from 4-6pm. Assuming I don’t forget to go. Anything feels possible now.

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