Officially one more sleep until we board a plane to embark on a nine hour flight to Holland, with a toddler. I can't even begin to describe how anxious this makes me. Not the flying part. I've done it before. But never with a child, much less a child that just recently began throwing 20 minute temper tantrums. The only relief I have is the reminder that I am not doing it alone.
So the suitcases have finally made their way out of the closet. After a little discussion with myself, yes I tend to talk to myself whenever the need strikes, I even opened them. And what do you know, once they were opened it actually wasn't that hard to start filling them. It's far from being done but at least there has been progress.
And it was the perfect day to start. Nevermind the fact that we leave tomorrow. But only in Calgary does it snow at the end of May. Yes you heard me right. It's freaking snowing. What started off as a deluge of rain, those REALLY big drops that will soak through all your clothes before you've even made it the fifteen feet to your car, has now turned to a downpour of heavy wet snow. I really should move to a different climate. This is ridiculous. I want to be someplace where it's 20 degrees all year round. Does this place exist?
Well, diaper duties call. The next blog entry will be from the other side of the world.