Packing for camp is too stressful for me.
I feel like all my possessions are playing hiding-o-seek with me.
“Ha ha,” the chant, “you can’t find me!” And then there are those things you forget about completely, like toenail clippers.
You might have figured out that I’m packing for camp. Three points for you.
Packing makes me cranky.
I hate dragging the suitcase out of the back closet. Of course it’s the worst suitcase. With the broken wheel because my siblings who are in camp the whole summer had first dibs.
I hate refolding thing so it fits in better.
I hate double wrapping my shampoo.
I hate having to decide what nosh I want to survive on this year.
I hate thinking I have enough room and I really don’t.
I hate trying to close the suitcase, but it doesn’t go until I enlist the help of my father. I hate the retarded mess in my room.
I hate having to count if I have enough underwear to last the duration.
I hate having to figure out how many Shabbos outfits I need, how casual can I get away with, and will anyone notice if I repeat?
I hate calculating how much clothing I have to leave over for myself to wear from the time they take my luggage till I get to camp (a whole 20 hours!)
Anywhoo…I’m almost done, Thank G-D!
On that note, I’m not sure if I can keep this blog going through August, as the camp I’m going to has no internet access. I’m working on something though. I’d appreciate your comments and critiques. Have a good one!