the. man. pack.

It doesn’t take a Rocket Scientist to figure out men and women are different.

Really different.

Nothing demonstrates how different men are than observing ~

WHAT they pack
WHEN they pack
HOW they pack

The longer you’re married, the more you’ll look alike, the more you’ll think alike, but you may never, ever, ever pack alike, unless you dress alike.

Another time our family traveled, I blogged about The Man Pack. I’m still astounded and jealous at the. man. pack and obviously, I have more to say about the issue.

WHAT?

A man can throw any pants and any shirts in a suitcase and wear them
in any order
on any given day
in any combination
without accessories.

A woman’s wardrobe is MUCH MORE complicated.  So is a woman, come to think of it, but ANYHOO, back to the clothes. We have certain shirts that go with certain  jeans, the length of said shirts coordinating with the width of pant legs. We have certain shoes that go with the certain jeans that go with the certain shirts.  I don’t know who invents the. rules., but we’re slaves to them.  We dare not wear the wrong jeans with the wrong shoes and the wrong shirt, especially if teenage daughters are involved.


”Uh, Mom, ……you don’t  um….wear that type of shirt with skinny jeans.” 

“Mom, those jeans are really cute on you, but  um…well…um…you should be wearing flats.”

“Mom. If you’re going to wear your jeans tucked into your boots, they have to be skin tight.  They can’t bulge around your knees, you look like a pirate.”

Yes, I was called a pirate, but better a few moments of shame in the privacy of my living room, than public humiliation for not following the. rules.

(All those years I dressed my daughters, now they dress me.)

Speaking of fashion, we need the perfect accessories to go with each perfect outfit. Don’t even get me started on the proper undergarments needed to insure modesty in a day and age where others consider underclothes  part of the outfit.

I’d heard Europeans were more formal and that I needed evening wear.  People warned me about over packing. I also knew I couldn’t run to Target if I forgot anything. It would be rainy and  I’d be walking everywhere.  So, I had to look amazing while exerting physical energy in the rain.  Then, quickly convert to evening wear and look amazing while sitting in a restaurant with elegant working women.

I dreaded packing. I mean, I dreaded it.  The pressure was on, so I started the trial run of assembling “outfits” a few days before launch, hanging things together on hangers, and sometimes modeling for my daughters. There was no time in my itinerary for “Houston, we have a problem.”  It had to be perfect for this once-in-a-lifetime trip.

When did Scott start packing? I can hear your curiosity rousing through the Internet.

WHEN?

The night before.  Fifteen minutes before bedtime.

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Yep, clothes for a week of business meetings, evening dinners and sightseeing all stacked in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

HOW?

Take small pile of versatile clothing that you’ve owned for months, and most likely years, fold good enough to get by, place in suitcase.

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Yep, clothes for a week of business meetings, evening dinners and sightseeing all packed in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

D

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Done. 

the. man. pack. takes less than 30 minutes,  less time than it took to pack my make-up.

 

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The bathroom looked like this for DAYS, maybe a whole week, while I tried to decide what make-up, jewelry, medicine and personal care items HAD to go with me. Then, they all had to be packed in  bags to avoid spillage.  My perfectly coordinating jewelry couldn’t get tangled. 

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One big man,  one small suitcase.

A woman could fill up one of those little ones just with shoes.

 

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One small woman, one big suitcase.

Yea, baby, now THAT’S a suitcase. 

However, I’m already exhausted and need a vacation  for packing for vacation, because I followed
 the. rules.

Hubby, on the other hand, has not lost any time, energy or thought on his clothing, because he has mastered
the. man. pack.

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11 Responses to the. man. pack.

  1. scottscorner October 29, 2012 at 5:19 pm #

    This is hilarious. Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 13:51:00 +0000 To: scottpeltier@msn.com

    • Momma Mindy October 30, 2012 at 4:28 am #

      Glad you can laugh at me while I laugh at you. Love you, honey, even if you only take 30 minutes to pack!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Tandis October 29, 2012 at 6:38 pm #

    MEN! I think I commented on the other blog written about packing too and how annoying men are at it. Ski is the exact same way. I need weeks to agonize over it. Weeks to shop (because not even beloved Target has 35 inch inseam on hand all the time!). Yes. I could write a VERY similar blog to this one. You know what my most annoying part is? (I love him dearly but this is the truth!) SKI, ALWAYS looks better than I do! I think anyway. 🙂 Howscomes (as my girlfriend says) I do all the stressful thinking and he could care less and he’s always more handsome than me? Yes. I am jealous. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 In the most loving and adoring way of course because he is my prince charming……………… but I wanna be Cinderellaperfect just. one. time. pleeeze?!

    I can’t wait to travel to Europe with you guys… this is gonna be fun. Hurry up and write sum’more.

    • Momma Mindy October 30, 2012 at 3:38 am #

      I love how your LOVE your husband! But, you’re wrong. You always look great. But, what people are drawn to is your great smile and your encouraging spirit. Now that I think about it, I don’t really notice what you wear because your face wears such expression of joy.

      Thanks for being a faithful commenter. It’s like we kinda’ have conversations. 🙂

  3. bunkodeb October 29, 2012 at 10:01 pm #

    You are sooooooo right!
    My dh often packs in a duffel bag. A.DUFFEL.BAG.
    So good to see you look so good and you and Scott preparing for a fun trip!!

    • Momma Mindy October 30, 2012 at 3:40 am #

      A duffel bag would be a true test of love, I have to admit. 🙂 I ended up buying those cool roller suitcases one time on sale and the old luggage suddenly was cumbersome because it didn’t have wheels. So, I let hubby make the decision to get rid of the old stuff. wink. wink.

  4. smilau October 30, 2012 at 1:19 am #

    You are super funny! I was laughing the whole way through this and picturing myself every time I get ready for a trip. I keep going to the same places; so now I have to remember what I wore last time. Why should it bother me that somebody told me, “Oh, I love when you wear that dress?” But I felt a little horrified because I remembered then that I wore it last time I was in town, and I was only there for three days. They must think I only have three outfits. Then there are all the places where we can wear outfits and have to remember what we wore last time – writers’ association, church, work. How can we keep track of what we wear where?

    • Momma Mindy October 30, 2012 at 3:41 am #

      I seriously have decided to keep a calendar of what I wear to monthly meetings, because I have the same problem. I have a few favorite tops, and I wear them all the time. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a clothing calendar. It actually sounds like something to blog about…

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