at the back of my mind is a growing thought – canada, canada, canada.
we will be there soon.
as i am packing and labelling boxes, i am purposely keeping outfits out that the quatre terrors will be wearing in canada.
ca-na-da
can-a-da
soon!
i was mentioning to someone i barely know today that we would soon be on the plane – the day after we had done the walk through of our old flat. this person nodded and said, "oh, that will be nice and relaxing for you."
i stopped mid flow and wondered why the person thought that.
later, i was sending a quick email to a friend asking her about her recent cottage experience.
cottages are meant to be detoxes for adults, a step down in the pressure cookers of adult existences, but kids haven't received (or read?) the memo. there are still stairs to run, spider webs to crash into, events that demand "mummy! mummy! mummy!" and you know they will not stop calling you until you answer so why don't you be polite and respond soon, as you should? it's human nature to keep calling until you get a response.
kids don't GET that the cottage is down time because it is such an extremely exciting time for them.
speaking on behalf of every single parent out there, cottages aren't so relaxing, because it is just a change of location, often one that (rightfully so, it would be kind of creepy if it were) isn't as babyproofed as our regular home is.
it will be divine to see doug, penny and most members of the lyons pride, but seriously, i am under NO impressions that it will be EASY. having said that, charles is divine at sharing the looking after the little peeps duties and each year they have an increasing independence which is adorable and enjoyable.
i am putting photos in order tonight. don't i have a glamorous life?
