Well, folks, here we go!
My bags are packed,
my house is not NEARLY as clean as I would like to leave it, but I had to decide between continuing to be a raving lunatic, or to just give up the perfection thing.
The boys voted, and decided they really don’t mind if they come home to un-mopped floors.
We have a shuttle picking us up very early in the morning, and Isaac is all prepped to be a wonderful blessing to the other passengers on the plane-
teaching them patience and appreciation for the silence once they deplane at Heathrow.
I am planning on still blogging while I am there (mostly because our phones don’t work and I want to go ahead and let our families know that we are still alive) but “the best laid plans” and all that, so we’ll see.
Did I mention that I am in coach with both boys by myself?
With Isaac in my lap?
In a seat without a tray table or under-seat storage?
And that there is a good chance that Brian can’t take a turn back in coach and switch seats with me?
Soooo wish me luck!
Actually forget luck, PRAY WITHOUT CEASING!!!