Sorry, guys, you can’t get away from this one. I have the perfect scenario of a man doing his thing and a woman doing hers…and the man came up short. Nothing major, but there it is.
I LOVE my husband. I love that he’s organized as far as packing us up for trips, or helping me remember small details I might have forgotten. So I thought nothing of letting him handle the packing for our camping trip this weekend whilst I used all of my energy to pack my own clothes, Willis’ clothes, and then cleaned the house to show-quality before we left for the weekend. It’s also important to note that I did the grocery shopping for our trip the night before, so I knew a lot of items that were meant to be included in our camping stores.
We arrive to the campsite, and over the next 12 hours we realize that he forgot to pack: bread (for sandwiches), peanut butter or jelly (Willis’ favorite lunch), the OJ (for breakfast and Willis’ juice), paper towels, our friend’s grilling meat (which I pointedly asked him if we were taking when I saw it still sitting in the fridge before we left), and our frozen sausages (breakfast). I got particularly frustrated about the PB&J and OJ, since Willis can sometimes be finicky and I wanted something for him to eat that is a sure-fire meal option.
Anyway, let it be known that I will do whatever I have to next time to make sure we get it all packed. I can give him a small pass because 2 of his buddies that came with us were hanging around while he was packing up, so the distraction factor was higher than normal. Which just goes to show that he needed me more than ever because of it. 
