Here we go again, it seems like we just returned home, and already I am – once again – up to my eyeballs in Ziploc bags. Yup, we are getting ready to fly out to New York City in the morning. But this time, well this time I just couldn’t bring myself to begin the arduous task of packing my entire family two weeks in advance. As organized and anal as I am when it comes to moving around with my husband and the girls, I just don’t have the energy today. I waited until the very last minute (8 p.m., to be exact) to attack the mounds of laundry collecting around the house. And I don’t have detailed lists laid out everywhere, either, reminding me not to forget Flat Out Bear or my camera or Coco’s Bumbo. What I am doing is keeping mental notes on all the crap I dragged with us on vacation in August that was never used. Because really, there just has to be a simpler way. And there is. It’s called: deal with it. Forgot Pea’s third favorite nighttime story? She’ll get over it. Forgot my black belt? I’ll deal. Forgot the detangler for the girls’ hair? I’ll just run to the nearest Duane Reade. Seriously, it shouldn’t be such an event to travel. I just want it to be easy and breezy, and while I know that’s probably not the case, I just need to think it is. Just grab our bags filled with the essentials and scoot out the door.