By the time you are reading this I will be (hopefully) already at the airport and be all checked in. I hope that’s where I’ll be anyway. I do not want a repeat of my nearly missing my flight to Melbourne. That was less than fun. And if it wasn’t for the kindness of Jetstar at Newcastle Airport (thank you!) and a fellow passenger who was able to identify someone under extreme stress and helped me with all of my bags, I probably wouldn’t have made it.
This time I’m not going to a blogging event, I’m heading north to see my family for 10 days. Mr Goog will be staying behind and I think he’s quietly giddy at the thought of being sans family for 10 days.

Going away is more work. There’s the initial child wrangling at the airport. The inevitable delays which always seem to stretch out when you are travelling with kids. And I can definitely say I’m not looking forward to looking after two little people with hurty ears. Note to self: buy lollipops.

And it is when you get there too, in some ways. Little people love their routine and familiarity and tend to be a little out of sorts when you uproot them, no matter how excited they are about going.

But it’s hard to explain how much I look forward to adult female company, or having a break from cooking (ah sweet relief!) or getting to show off my babies to family and friends who don’t get to see them that often. So I won’t try. I will just say that waking up to someone who is already making your child breakfast is like heaven. I think as a parent the thing that I find most draining is the never ending demands. And it’s not so much the demands in and of itself. I’m not technically opposed to feeding and watering the children. But it tends to go a little like this:

‘I want toast’
‘Do you want toast or bread?’ because you know she really wants bread and if you put it in the toaster she will lose the plot
‘Um. Bread’
‘Do you want to spread it or do you want me to do it’ same deal. Likely to lose the plot if I touch it
Finally after she has finished you are half way to sitting down
‘I want water’
You go and get water
‘I want it in a different cup’
Sometimes you change cups, sometimes you don’t.
You try to sit down again.
‘I want milk’
You go get the damn milk. And try to sit down again.
‘I want a banana’
At this point you’ve given up on ever sitting down ever again and the baby has just woken up.

So any kind of diffusion of this is all kinds of welcome.

When I get back it will be less than three weeks to Christmas. I know, I am panicking. And hoping that somebody throws some paid articles my way so I can actually pay for Christmas.

But I’m probably getting ahead of myself. First I have to pack. The horror. I will get through it by thinking of all the good kind of lazy days in my future, an early Christmas with my family and a Veggie Baby-Squishy play date.