Friday, August 14, 2009

Sneaky

A few things have taken me by surprise recently (and not just the kilo per month I've gained while living on a diet of beer, salty bread and potatoes). Like, for instance, Mads and I are getting on a plane tomorrow night and flying to Melbourne. I really should pack.

I also knew, but have only just taken seriously the fact that I have five days of book week school visits ahead of me (including one session with a group of 120 high school students, which is making me feel a little queasy). And then there's this event (it's at 10 am by the way Sally). I need to work out what I'm going to do for that because surely I can't just read for an hour?

I think the reason I haven't really let myself dwell on any of these events until now is because it would require me to think about the thing I am fearing most of all: the long haul flight, on my own, with my not-great-traveller three year old. I have packed books and toys galore but I suspect I will spend most of the time pretending that my arm is a sea slug called Celina which is what I can be found doing most afternoons on the train home from kinder. Still, hopefully the pain (and the RSI) will be forgotten shortly after we disembark and I hand Mads to the grandparents.

The blog will be on holidays too until mid September when we return as hopefully I'll be catching up with the two of you who read this blog in person shortly.

Wish me luck.

2 comments:

  1. Best of luck for the flight Merri- and for the RSI. Tell Madeline we have a couple of stick insects here (Chewy and Teflon) dying to meet her.
    jazz

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  2. Have no fear! How can you fear any talk or event with children?
    You have ALREADY been to the scariest school known to mankind! You have already spent several hours in a room with demonic children and survived!
    NOTHING can be harder than that session!

    ....this is your mantra!

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