Pack your bags !

What is it about men and packing. After a week of sitting looking at the view to the left, the time had come to leave Dunmore East and return home.Now the eldest son was devestated that we were going home particulary because his room at home does not have an ensuite bathroom and that our humble bungalow has no stairs....poor child....deprived....wouldn't be surprised if social services are on to us !The time came on Friday morning to commence the packing, with a view to finishing off that evening when we returned from the beach. Yes, I pack for my husband ! The reason I do so dates back to our first holiday together and his first out of the country. The MIL had very kindly bought him two tee shirts and seven, yes seven pairs of WHITE thick socks. I caught GASP packing all seven pairs into his case for Gran Canaria....needless to say I had to take matters in hand and have continued to do so, because basically GASP works out how many days we are away and packs 7, 10, 14 of everything. ( I halve his number and then, for my clothes, multiply the number by 2 and pack 14, 20 or 28 of everything of mine !)
Now GASP is delightd that I have taken over this little job and now hands it over completely saying "bring whatever you think I need". Now I love this as it means I get to choose what he wears and his "much loved by him but much hated by me" items, are not included.Then, having checked with him that he has "absolutely everything", he needs before I start, I happily commence the exact packing method taught to me by BMM. Then it happens...........As the last perfectly folded item enters our very large case, in he comes into the room, with a pathetic look on his face, and says "have you seen my brown trainers?" Now GASP knows that shoes go on the bottom and he has already been shown the shoes I am bringing for him and has already said that he does need any of them for the journey !!!!!!At this point, I have packed for four people and it looks like a suitcase masterclass so you can only imagine the look he gets in return. At this point, I have to take the deep breath, remind him he "does this every time !" and delve into the case to the exact point, where I know the shoes are, retrieve them, replace them with something of similar bulk, accept his apolgetic kiss and continue on.......