Well, I got Carson all packed and off to camp today.  I need to make a confession right here before we go any further.......I'm "that mother" who carefully irons all of their kid's clothes, rolls them into appropriate and matching combinations and then packs them in a neatly organized manner.  I know it's a control thing.  I admit that, but you know when your child or husband is away, you want them to look nice.......and match.  After all, contrary to Davis' belief, you cannot wear olive green shorts with a turquoise green shirt citing, "well, they're both green" as your reasoning. 
  
On Carson's recent trip to San Antonio, the chaperones were posting pictures of the kids on social media, so that we, parents, could see what they were doing each day and I was sitting here at home on my laptop like......"Oh my word.....what does he have on??.....I know that was NOT rolled up together!"

My mother was the queen of meticulous packing when we, kids, went on trips and I credit her for my inheritance of this disorder, OCP.  When my brothers and I would go to church camp or wherever, all the other kids would have their clothes folded and packed straight from the dryer's fluff setting....perfectly nice, but not us.  No, our mother had to take it to the next level with starch so heavy that our shorts crunched when we sat down.  Oh, and everything had creases......pants legs, shirt sleeves, pajamas.....everything.  I'm talking creases so sharp our pants legs were like ax blades.  We looked like the dry cleaner's children. 

The night before my trip, she would call me into my room, where she'd been working on my suitcase, for the briefing.  "Now your underwear is in this pocket and I put your toothpaste and toothbrush over here in this zipper."  And there was always the obligatory trash bag folded in there somewhere for our dirty clothes, into which we were always warned about putting anything wet or damp.  I confess I had a similar briefing with Carson last night on where everything was in his bag and emphasized how "we" should only wear clothes that are rolled up together, so I've done all I can do.  If he chooses to wear red and orange together this week, it is out of my hands now.  

We had a great 4th weekend, by the way.  Lots of food, family, water balloons, snowballs, watermelon, homemade ice cream, and explosives.  Here are most of the young'uns....who started out so festive in red, white, and blue, but by this time of night, there seemed to be a lot of green in the haggard crowd as if we were celebrating the birth of Saudi Arabia or Libya. Still.....they were patriotic at heart and having fun.