I KNOW I had some really good stuff for you today, internetties, but it's 8.36 pm and I'm a bit like Cinderella: The belle of the ball by day, a pumpkin by night. I should have posted it the moment I got home, but I went to visit Mum for tea instead and she had me in stitches describing her PVC guttering and water tank repairs fiasco and her new chainsaw chain and plans thereof. I am going to miss all of the dramas of life here, when I am living in the Developed World. I hear I won't be allowed to carry my knife around in my handbag. Much less a cutlass under my car seat. Whatever will I do when there's a tree across the road?
So when ARE we going to the Developed World? In ONE MONTH, that's when. Yes folks, we've got tickets.
Excuse me while I add 27 things to my list.....
Max's eyes got even bigger and rounder than usual when I told the boys we have tickets. He has only been on a plane once, to Tobago the other day (Poor deprived third child!). So I said "Aunty Ailis and Uncle Dan will be so happy to see you, Max! And Aunty Beans too!" And he seemed okay again. I think that leaving his extended family is a bigger deal for Max than for any of us. He is very close to Mum. They all are close, actually, but being a Deprived Third Child, it's good to have grandparents a short stroll away to go and visit and see what they've got going on! When he especially hates his beastly brothers, Mum says "Oh sweet Max, stay here and spend the night with ME." Then she reads him stories and loves him like only a Grandmother can.
But Max can always see the silver lining! We can all learn a lesson from him, the youngest Grade II sailor: "You know why I am SUCH a great sailor? Because I'm so short I don't have to duck when I tack!"