It's an unfortunate fact of travel that the most important items in your luggage are those that you can't pack until only your elbow remains in the house. This means that at no point the day before you leave can you fully clear your brain and think, "I'm DONE." Oh no, you have to have a tiny part of your mind reserved for not forgetting things that you use right up until the LAST POSSIBLE MINUTE. Another unfortunate and sadly ironic reality of travelling with little people is that their stuff is so much more important than anything you could ever have forgotten before. In my previous life, leaving my GHDs at home would mean a few days of looking like I look every day when I'm not trying to impress people I haven't seen for ages. However, if I forget the baby monitors, I've sentenced myself to a week of jumping at every sound and sleeping on a knife-edge in case I miss a cry.
Thankfully, it being Christmas and time for family means that at some point all of this frenzied activity will become worthwhile. I suspect that point will arrive around the time I smell proper bacon and someone opens the tin of Roses. In the meantime, my arse has just touched a seat for the first time in two days and my Chinese has just turned up. I'm going to lose myself in sweet and sour pork and Gone With The Wind. Feliz Navidad!
|The cutest ornament on our tree.|