Including take-offs and landings.
I've had a confused day with emotions all over the place, worries and joys in equal measure. I couldn't figure out what the source was for some of my concerns at times!
I'm getting really excited about out trip, but the thought of the logistics involved in packing for and organizing myself and three kids is daunting! I shouldn't read GW's blog. Okay, my kids are bigger and won't be having tantrums, but Erica is still small, and while the train trip on the weekend was only four hours, it was enough for her, it seems! Plus I have a stop-over in Hong Kong, another in Auckland then a road trip to Rotorua to plan for. Usually my suitcase would be out upstairs in the bedroom slowly gathering souvenirs and other necessities by now, but I'm so horrified by the thought of how to organize the packing that I am stalling.
But then there was the UP of getting the family beach trip sussed, or should I say, my superiorly organized older sister stepped in and made some quick decisions that I had been dithering about for oh, about a month now. Yay Maria.
But then of course I got worried about money again, compulsively checking my visa account in case some money miraculously appears there. I won't be happy until all hotels are booked and paid for and all my pay packets are in and safely deposited into my visa account.
Then came the let-down of hearing that my Hong Kong friend won't be able to meet up with us in the city after all. This is really disappointing, as part of the reason we chose Cathay airlines was the chance of meeting them in Hong Kong. To be fair to her, she never promised she could be there, as she travels at the last minute, and I was prepared all along to make other arrangements if they were not there.
But I was still saddened by this, although at exactly the same time, really excited, because it meant I could go online and book lovely hotels again, and organize a trip. And that is ALWAYS fun.
Meanwhile I was concerned about work, as the classes today were for an area with rather strict overseers, who DON'T like games, and DO like drills, and while I tend to agree with them, I still don't feel comfortable with higher-ups coming in to observe my lessons, I feel if people are looking for bad stuff, they will find it!
On the other hand, this clutch of extra lessons I picked up will certainly help me pay for the above hotels!
On top of all of this, it's Journal week, and I should be photo-shopping right now, but I think I'm ready to call it a day. In between the two lessons, two essays, and dropping off and picking up Erica, I had to squeeze in some work on the Journal. It was the housework that got neglected. Time to put on the blinkers and just ignore the chaos! And there's no end to this in the foreseeable future, with a day trip out of town to see Erica's plastic surgeon tomorrow, more classes on Friday morning, a full day on Saturday, an event at the college where I teach on Sunday morning, 7-5-3 on Sunday afternoon, dinner at the Turkish restaurant on Sunday night and a kindy class Monday morning. THEN I might get around to doing the laundry.