After what has to be one of the most manic work weeks Papa M and I have ever had, late night packing jags and a little last minute stuffing into suitcases, (I think) we’re finally ready. It’s been hard for this rigid planner to fly by the seat of my pants, knowing especially that we can’t turn round if we forget anything!
One thing I’m ridiculously grateful for right now is having Dad to take care of the house and the cat while we’re gone – it’s definitely one less thing on the list before we go! Multi-generational living has its perks!
Christchurch here we come! I’m hoping we haven’t forgotten anything but if we have there’s always shopping! Right?