Three times, in fact.
When I pulled out of the driveway, I did so with confidence that everything important was packed and loaded up in the back.
It was not until the next morning back at the campsite, as I was preparing to wash the 10K of sweat off of my body, that I realized I had not packed clean panties.
Figured. My brain was mush after a full week of the new electronic health record. Hence the list. And the double checking. There was nowhere nearby to get new ones and no one to borrow from. I was just gonna have to suck it up. Maybe some hand washing. Still, soggy underwear? Ick.
Three days later….
As I was packing everything up I found where my kids stashed them when I wasn’t looking looking.
At least we had the food and toothbrushes.
Meanwhile, those stinky underwear?