This is #day22.
Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times.


We wake up at Papa’s. My throat is less angry than yesterday.

. . . . Dirty
. . . . . . . . . laundry
. spills
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . out of
. . . . . . suitcases.

At least packing will be easy.
Boy asks, “What we are doing today?”

• Packing
• (again)
• Tim Horton’s
• (again)
• Going to Grandma’s
• (again)

Our nomadic lifestyle in Canada feels familiar now.

Morning is unhurried. Boy loves rough-and-tumble play.
We try to oblige but, in other people’s homes, that isn’t easy.

We squeeze dirty clothes into our bags.
Nobody folds dirty laundry, do they?
Of course, nothing fits. We need an extra bag.*

The drive begins with indecision about what to eat and ends with indecision about where to go.

Grandma isn’t home. The Mall it is.
A very quiet mall. With very loud, test headphones.
And a dollar store.

Boy can choose ONE thing at the dollar store. He can’t decide.

Finally, Grandma’s house.
Go outside and find lots of pinecones.

We play “Pinecone Asteroids.” It’s fun.

Like other days, I made mistakes.
Boy made mistakes too.
Daddy thinks he never makes mistakes.**

Tomorrow, we’ll get coffee and go back to the dollar store.

* Tip: always fold dirty laundry.
** He’s mistaken.

Do you fold dirty laundry when packing? Please share your magic tips in the comments!

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