Packing for a Trip

This is me, talking to myself:
Come on, Abigail, focus. It's six o' clock in the morning. You've got two hours before Daddy loads up the Toyota Rav 4 and we head to the beach. You've got to finish packing. What do you have packed so far? Nothing. Zilch. Nada.
Okay, let's begin. Bras, undies, sure... that's the normal. Now bathing suits, socks, jeans, shorts, jean shorts, tanks, T-shirts, one sweatshirt, beach dress, campfire dress, and, um, hmmm..... more underwear! You can never have enough underwear, Abigail.
Now, just a little makeup, moisturizer, toiletries, shampoo... oh, and a brush, a toothbrush, ugh! This list is too long! Next year, Abigail, you're going to "rough it" at the beach. One piece per type of clothing and one zip-lock bag of toiletries.
My goodness, is Daddy calling already?! Of course, he would want to pack up the car earlier than we agreed upon. Men on a mission... dangerous. So, I-pod, check. Books, check. Sketch pad, check. One more pair of underwear, check. My sanity, check.
Now let's get all this stuff to the car. Wow, this is heavy. Really heavy. You're a girl, Abigail, you can handle it. Ugh... so heavy. You'll need back surgery by age twenty, probably.
Alright, suitcase in the car, check. Purse in the car, check. Toiletry bag in the car, check. Bag for extras in the car, check. And Daddy thought you took too many bags? Ha! You paired it down to four this year! Congratulations... now let the games begin.
Ready for one crazy week at the beach!