When you’re getting ready for vacation, does anyone else feel like – especially as a mom – you’re personally responsible for making sure every human in your family has everything they could ever possibly need or want while you’re gone?

Like don’t forget the band-aids. Don’t forget that one stuffy that, as of yesterday, is now emotionally essential and absolutely required now for sleep.

You pack everyone’s clothes (and somehow will still forget something for yourself). You pack all the things you don’t even realize you use every day until you suddenly won’t have them. Hair ties. Chargers. That special cup. The other special cup. The backup to the special cup.

Then there are the snacks. You have car snacks. Emergency snacks. “I’m bored” snacks. “He touched me” snacks. Snacks for the downtime between the activities you meticulously planned… which are, of course, surrounded by even more snacks.

You spend days planning, packing and making lists for your lists. You triple-check everything. You mentally rehearse every scenario. You load the car like you’re preparing for a small expedition.

And then – then – you finally arrive.

And when unpacking your husband say , “Hey babe did you grab my (insert random item here).

No. No honey. I did not grab YOUR (insert random item here).

What I did grab though was basically everything else from the house.

I packed myself. I packed the tiny people. I packed comfort, entertainment, snacks, backup snacks, and all the things required to keep everyone alive, occupied, and relatively happy, and enough miscellaneous objects to survive a minor apocalypse.

So yes… sorry I forgot (insert random item here; and major eyeroll)

But if you need a band-aid, a charger, a snack, or a stuffed animal at a super inconvenient hour… I AM YOUR GIRL!