I booked my tickets (well, technically an awesome friend of mine did, because my brain was overflowing with stuff) a few days ago.
After sorting out the incorrect email address – which was after we did a bit of mild panic and I realised I can’t spell proper sometimes) – I got my flight confirmation!
Which I would never have been able to do if not for the generosity of strangers and scrummy breakfast cereals (thank you Kellogg’s!)
(On a purely Business Ettiquette note, I’m not entirely sure how appropriate it is to reply to an email agreeing to sponsor your quest with a promise of “Big smoochy kisses”… if someone could get back to me on that, I’d appreciate it. Might even off you big smoochy kisses, too. Obviously, I was more than overjoyed at their incredible support! I get to smoochy kiss the others that helped me book these flights, tomorrow night when I meet them – hurrah!)
Anyhoo, I’m booked, I’ve spent the last few days, including this morning, wondering how I’m going to pack everything in and keep in under the 7kg baggage allowance, what with not only my “just in case” spare undies fettish, but all my other “just in cases” pathological drives.
Also, what do I wear?!
I spent a bit of my morning annoying Grumpy Pants, whilst we were up the street, with “but will that bag be the right size?” because, obviously, he could answer this with the bag in question stashed in a high up cupboard some kilometre or so away …
Anyhoo, I got there. I readjusted today’s list to fit in the Big Pack … followed be the inevitable and essential Removal Of All Unnecessary Just-In-Case Paraphernalia And Excess Underwear, and pack again.
Vacuum out the teensy suitcase, capable of only housing three days worth of underwear, which is essential for an overnight (less than 24 hour) trip, as it contained not just traces of sand, but a partial Sahara Dessert of sand.
Of course it did. It’s only been stashed in the cupboard, Babushka dolled into the larger, matching suitcases for the last four months or so.
So, now devoid of sand, the suitase is packed (minus my toothbrush, must remember to pack tomorrow morning), taxi booked and confirmed, handbag packed and ready to go, itnerary printed, birthday party invites for the kids this weekend stuck above toaster (note to self: write on the whiteboard that we need a whiteboard to go above the toaster. Then actually get one) and … well, I’m ready now.
Can we go soon???
Of course, I still get to battle my way through tomorrow morning, which involves not only me getting up before I’m ready – probably kicking and screaming as I don’t much like pre-7.00am – but also getting the kids up, breakfasted, dressed and out the door … pre-7.00am, so I can be home and sitting on my beautifully packed, lighter than 7kg suitcase out the front of my house, awaiting a taxi.
No doubt there’ll be lots more “come on, hurry UP!” to come 🙂
Crunchy Nut comes to mind …
And just in case I didn’t make my point clear, HUGE THANKS (and smoochy kisses!) to Kellogg’s, Adori Studios and the amazing women who are part of and behind the scenes of the Through Adversity Exhibition, the Real Mums who have supported me and helped me make this journey (I’m not just talking about the flight, either ;)) and everyone else who supported. I don’t know who all of you are, but you mean the world to me.