A trip is always just absolute madness for me.

No matter how prepared or organized I think I am.

There are always — always — 7.9999 billion things to do.

Alright so I’m exaggerating. Maybe just 7.2. It might be a different story if I didn’t have to leave everything so … well, clean. But who wants to come home to a dirty, unorganized house?

Not this Taurus.

And I’ve already learned my lesson on no pre-packing. It just doesn’t work for me. I pack after the laundry is done. And while I am trying to keep things simple, I also know now that it’s not the clothes that take up the most space. It’s all the other stuff.

Like snacks and peanut butter. Yes, snacks and peanut butter. Look, People. I’ve got a kid. I can’t leave without snacks and as for the peanut butter? It is one of my main food groups.

Krema goes any and everywhere with me.

And where exactly are we off to?

Paris. Je t’aime.