I leave for the airport in just under an hour and wanted to pop in to say goodbye. I may get online while I'm gone but who knows ... everything is so up in the air right now.
This morning was so hard. Mancub is having a hard time and of course once he started crying I was a goner. I've left a few little surprises for him though and once I'm gone he should settle down a bit. I just found a note from him tucked into my hand luggage. It said "I'm gonna miss you mum. I love you".
Uggh, now I'm gonna cry again lol.
The teenager was fine. It's almost school holidays again and she has a lot planned, and I've given the evil Gizmo extra smooches.
That's about it. If I do get online at some stage I'll try to poke my head in on you all.
Progression is happening, although some of the details are pretty crappy.
What really made my day yesterday (NOT) is hearing that after - hmm lemme count - approximately 28 hours of travelling (including getting to the airport, stopovers, etc) I can't check into the hotel until 4pm. That means adding an extra 6 hours of no-man's land.
Feeling as stressed as I do at the moment, I really didn't need to hear that. I never sleep much on the long-haul flight so I'm gonna be dead and I'm already dreading the claustrophobia and nicotine withdrawals.
So what's the plan? No bloody idea. Drop my luggage off at the hotel, grab the biggest coffee I can find and sit my ass down under a tree in the nearest park and fall asleep with the hobos and junkies probably. I'll fit in thought cos I'm gonna look like shit.
Doesn't that sound like fun? Wanna come? ;)
The plan of attack today is to tryyyyyyyyyy and finish my tax (yes it's tax time here), pay bills, quadruple check that I've bought enough 'decent' food and frozen enough so the bratskies aren't living on takeaway the whole time I'm gone, print out maps and lists of other hotels, train timetables, umm ummm ummm can't think what else.
