It's 10:04 PST and I have just wrapped up my packing... and by "my" and mean myself and the kids... I give them lists of what needs to be in their bags, but I have to double check EvaJun as last December we arrived in NYC to 30+ degree weather and a suitcase suspiciously lacking in turtlenecks... turns out those pesky ribbed shirts of warmth were "taking up too much room" and were removed by her small and sly hands in order to accommodate a tiara and 2 Barbies.
I am sure I have once again over packed... every year I promise to stuff nothing more than a bathing suit and some SPF in a backpack, yet, without fail, I end up planning for every possible island situation... I suppose it's self preservation as in years past, when I attempted to pare down the ridiculous number or ensembles, I would step off the plane only to be informed by my mother that we were attending a benefit at Iolani Palace that very evening and I needed to be dressed in all white.
Hitting Macy's 35 minutes into my holiday is not my idea of a good start.
I am prepared. For fundraisers, luaus, birthday parties and cocktails. I am ready for the beach, possible horseback riding, morning hikes (HA!) and lazy afternoons...
