I brought along a large number of craft items, toy cars, stuffed animals, four chick flicks that I’ve been trying to convince hubby to watch, an exercise belt that I have not used once in the two years since I bought it, two pairs of shorts that are too small but I hope will fit after I use the exercise belt, a book on child discipline, an extra purse, two pillows, an external hard drive, an assortment of home-school paraphernalia that I have not touched in six years, three arm floaties (two for wearing and a spare in case one of them pops), and every item in the medicine cabinet.
I only left two things at home: the kitchen sink and my makeup.
We were in our hotel room before I realized my oversight. The kids were running around, freaking out because the end of the toilet paper was folded into a fancy origami design. I was digging frantically through suitcases, and hubby was lying on the bed with the remote.
When he finally became aware of my grumbling and groaning he asked, “What’s the matter, honey?”
“Can you believe I forgot my makeup?!”
He had the power to bring me out of my dejected state of despair with one well-stated line of meaningless fluff. He could have cupped my face in his hands, looked deeply into my eyes and lovingly stated, “Please, don’t fret, my darling. Your natural beauty far surpasses that of any woman on this earth, and I am privileged to be the man that drinks in the wonder of your unadorned flawlessness!”
Never taking his eyes from the TV, he said, “I noticed a Walmart and a Sam’s Club right down the street.”
Good Lawd willin’ I will fly to Brussels with 50 pounds of makeup. I’m sure hubby won’t mind giving up his share of the weight limit.
Truitt is an author, speaker and mother of five. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit http://www.gingertruitt.com.