A few years before we became parents, Josh and I took a 10-day trip to Israel and Italy. Here is what we took with us: One small rollerboard suitcase and one small carry-on each. That’s right: two adults, 10 days, two countries, three small bags. That’s how we like to roll.
Flash forward a few years, and I schlep more than that for an afternoon at the lake with the girls. We’ve got the diaper bag, the towel bag, the beach toys, and the lunch bag. Two kids, three hours, four bags. Oy.
I think that’s been one of the hardest parts of parenthood for me–adjusting to all of the kid-related crap that has cluttered our daily lives. Before we had kids, I would spend my morning train ride to work staring in disdain at my fellow commuters who somehow thought it was reasonable to travel the streets draped in several bags, one of which was inevitably a giant open-topped tote with belongings spilling out all over the place. Oh no no, I would cluck to myself. That just won’t do. I commuted with one bag, one ZIPPED bag.
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