Big packing brain fart.

At the rate that I'm not packing for my trip that we leave for in like 30 hours you would think...well I don't know what you'd think. I keep thinking about packing but the things I think of packing I still need to function. And the stuff I don't, I can't think of what they are. So I sit in front of the two huge suitcases and stare at them. I just emptied out my purse so I can load it up with toys and snacks for my kids. Except apparently I've never met my kids and can't think of a single toy that they would want to play with. Groan. So instead I grabbed some chocolate and sat down. So productive.