lol at 'Man Looking'.
We call it 'looking for the antelope.'
Comes from a book I read in desperation (had read everything else in the house, including the back of the shampoo bottle) that was given to me called 'Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps' or something equally irritating - cos I CAN read bloody maps, and build flat-pack furniture, and parallel park etc etc etc... But anyway.
I read it, and it turns out there may be evolutionary reasons why men can't find stuff. Apparently, we haven't evolved that much really and they're still programmed to look for the antelope on the horizon, while women have better peripheral vision for finding all those tasty berries and spotting the snake about the throttle our DCs.
So - when DP can't see what's in front of his farking nose, we laugh (through gritted teeth) and say the antelope was sitting on it.
Now, although it ticks me off that it somehow turns out to be my responsibility to make sure we're ready for, well, anything really, when it comes to holiday packing, DP assembles his stuff, I assemble everything else, and he does most of the actual packing thereby avoiding the need for him to look for anything.
To be fair, he does travel a lot for work and therefore is a better packer than most people I know.