Hubby is competing in a bike race this weekend and have to travel. Only a couple of days, camping like we usually do. I made go bags for both of us a long time ago and keep them ready, so I pulled them out and put them in the truck and hubby looks at me like I'm crazy. I'm used to it. Have always been the one who prepares for our whole family, nobody else is awake and gets it or understands anything that is really happening. Doesn't phase me though, I feel like I'm on a mission and remain ready and prepared. Maybe someday they'll be thankful? 🤷🏼‍♀️