Packing fuels my anxiety levels. I really detest not having my entire wardrobe of clothes to choose from. It is so silly as I don’t wear half of the clothes I have hanging in my wardrobe and the same outfits which I feel comfortable in and love to wear end up on rotation from week to week but not having all of these unworn clothes to choose from seems to leave me feeling a little lost.
Then you throw Sophie’s wardrobe into the mix.
Leggings, t-shirts, long sleeve onesies, jumpers, cardi’s, short sleeve onesies, socks, nappies, bath toys, regular toys, bath wash, formula, bottles, spoons, wipes, nappy cream, moisturising cream … I could go on.
Who knows what the weather will be like once we reach our destination?! You can never rely on the weather forecast as the weather can suddenly change into a freak storm.
I have written a small list of outfits, yep, not just clothes, but actual outfits. Piecing tops and jeans together, allowing my mind to relax so that when I unpack I know I will have complete outfits to choose from instead of grabbing out a top and then realising I have no suitable bottoms to wear with said top.
I know … OCD is ringing loudly right about now.
Sophie has now been sick for two weeks. We missed swimming this morning for the third week in a row and we won’t be attending mothers group tomorrow either. Her cough hasn’t gotten any better and now we get to add a snotty nose to the list. She doesn’t seem unwell and is sleeping really well and still in love with her food but her bark is not going away.
We have been to the doctors twice now and she said it’s a virus and the cough should go away in approx. 3 weeks. I am worried I will have other passengers stare at me as she barks throughout the flight … oh the joy just awaits me!
So the few days ahead I have two demo’s, a hair appointment, a nail appointment (necessities ladies), eyebrow threading to be done, packing to be completed, paperwork for Thermomix and follow up emails to be completed, a meeting with my old boss to discuss returning to work and perhaps a few breaths thrown in too.
Roll on 8:05am so I can breathe on the flight … oh hang on … rocking an almost 9 mth babe to sleep who refuses to be rocked to sleep … no roll on 2:10pm where she will fall asleep in the hire car as we make the long drive to my beautiful Pop’s house where he will meet his great granddaughter for the first time.