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Yes, the last time I posted properly was on the first day of our holiday. Yes, that was nearly a full month ago. GOOD GRIEF WHERE DOES TIME GO?! I know; it disappears down the vortex of university marking, family, reading, publishing and well, life.
We had a lovely time with the grandparents in Queensland. The kids are SO not country kids anymore (well, to be fair, Master Three never has been, but Master Ten and Miss Eight spent an awful lot of time on the farm when they were younger and have no excuse!), and are nervous of bugs, flies, ants, snakes (reasonable) and scared of the dogs. Especially M3, but after some intense conditioning, he was happily interacting with them in the second week of the holidays. A big improvement on screaming in terror when the puppy so much as looked at him!
Was really nice to catch up with friends and family. I had planned to attend GenreCon in Brisbane on the final weekend of the holidays, but due to various factors, that didn’t pan out. Probably for the best in the end, as I was pretty busy anyway! We had Miss Eight’s birthday while we were there, and despite my intentions of no parties, Granna decided we would have one! A couple of little friends and cousins, the excellent Miles Historical Village and Museum as the venue (Mum works there), and a swim at the pool after. I made the cakes, party bags came courtesy of Mum’s strategically stocked party box, and it was most pleasant.
We got home from the trip with absolutely no issues – I’m pretty sure the plane into Launceston landed on the dot of the itinerary flight time, and we had excellent hosties on both flights. We absolutely froze for the next couple of weeks though, as it turned back cold here, and after warming our blood in 30-35 degrees for the QLD trip, it was a bit of a shock! Since then, I’ve marked two batches of assignments, started work on writing a new university unit for a new course, published nearly three books (and fixed issues with some others), started a new publishing project (surprise surprise), read eight zillion books for CBCA judging (so far behind, trying furiously to catch up!), started organising two more birthdays (M10 and Bubs coming up next week-ish!), written (and co-written) and edited essays on Doctor Who, helped husband with a bunch of stuff for his new projects, and gosh so much else I can’t even think. And I’d best get back to it! Hopefully won’t be another month before I manage another post!
I’m taking the kids to visit my parents in Queensland for the school holidays, leaving husband home alone
in blissful peace pining for us. Yesterday arvo we got a text from QANTAS saying our Launceston-Melbourne flight was cancelled. Cue panic. Rang to find they’d already replaced the plane, flight still a go – thanks for the heart attack there. Then got a phone call in the evening to say it would be delayed 40 minutes in the morning – not too bad, will still make connecting flight and cop a little extra sleep. We arrived at airport 6.15am, checked in, waited a while, boarded on time as advised. Taxied out, plane began runway speedup…and then slowed down and plane returned to terminal. Technical issues. Disembarked. Fed children very expensive breakfast. Waited. Got food vouchers. Waited. Husband thankfully came to kid wrangle and brought pram for bubs (which we hadn’t thought we would need). Call to say all connections would have luggage unloaded. Collected bags. Eventually new flight arrangements given. Bags rechecked. Waited. Further hour delay advised. Still waiting – now fifteen minutes past revised departure time, and we’ve been at the airport for over six hours. So much for catching the early flight in order to get to Queensland in time to drive out to the parents’ place!! Now we will have to overnight somewhere because there is no way I’m doing a five-six hour drive this late in the day, especially given how little sleep I’ve had the past few nights. Most annoyed. Oh well, I guess that’s what they say about the best laid plans… Oh, and if we don’t get underway in the next 15 minutes or so, we won’t get our new connection to Brisbane either…
I sent the baby to daycare yesterday with no inkling at all he might potentially be unwell. 2pm they rang saying he had a high temp and was grumpy and wouldn’t sleep. I was about to walk into the hairdresser so husband went to collect him. When I arrived home later, poor bub was crashed out on his daddy, hot and clearly not well. He ended up in bed by 5.30am, slept til 1.45am, fed, had some pain relief, went back to sleep until 5.30am. Took him to the doctor this morning and he has a raging ear infection again. *sigh* Back on antibiotics, poor bub, but already perking up, which is good!
We’re really hoping to get the last of the sickness out of the way before we go visiting the family on the holidays!