Most people do hate packing. I am among those people. I hate packing. The concept of putting the whole house in a backpack or a suitcase is absurd. In the past I managed the packing task just fine — although I still hated it. A two-week trip in a medium-size backpack, a week trip in an overnight backpack.
Now, with the presence of our lovely baby backpacker, packing is nearly a nightmare. A suitcase for clothing, nappies, wet tissues, toys, baby food, bowls and cutlery, and even a pan!
This time is even worst. Adding abon, brambang goreng, tepung beras etc to the suitcase. Pants or shorts? How many pair of socks? A pillow. A baby tub (elephant-shaped). Also a dining chair.
Ooopppps I may as well pretend to forget packing the daddy’s all clothes and necessities.
All fits well. All fits well
*sigh, sigh sigh*