Oscar Wilde once famously declared that work is the curse of the drinking class. How true that is during the festive season! A time when overindulgence is par for the course and work interferes in having a good time.
For the first time in my working career, I will be working over Christmas, only pausing for breath on the public holidays. So with this restriction in mind, I thought it a good idea to have 15 people over for a Christmas dinner party, have all the Christmas shopping done by the first week in December, meet incredibly ridiculous timelines at work, and launch the family into another jet-setting holiday.
Yes, that is right. Twelve months ago, as this blog will attest, we embarked on our European adventure with a travelling toddler in tow. I once famously declared that I was an experienced single traveller, yet an apprentice baby traveller. You would have thought that I would have learnt my lesson. This time round though, I am feeling far more confident, perhaps too much so…or is it just a case of I haven’t had time to think about it!
In less than two weeks, our little family will be getting on another plane and heading off into the sunset. And…I have planned nothing!
Things are a little different for this trip though. The short one is over that magic age of two years, entitling her to her own seat and ensuring more revenue for strike-plagued QANTAS; we are only flying for 2 ½ hours as opposed to 22 ½ hours; we won’t be encountering language difficulties; we will be using the same currency; and we have built in babysitters at the other end.
So…I think I deserve to be somewhat complacent…now where did I put that child?