July 25 sounded so far away back in April? Or was it May? But here it is, Wednesday morning and it's Packing Day. First hiccup when Callum came down for breakfast: no baby gates.
"But I might fall down the stairs Daddy.. But Daddy, Daniel needs the baby gates.. But Daddy, if I need to go on the naughty step you have to put them back ok? Ok Daddy?"
Followed by tears over the missing Gro Clock (in Mummy's room, it's coming with us) and fears about the rug being rolled up a wrapped before it goes in a container. Eventually the boys and I made it out the door to East Coast Park where they played in the sand and ate chicken rice am coconut. I'd say "one last time" except it won't be because we're going back again tomorrow!
The afternoon (and evening) has been made considerably easier by my wonderful neighbour who's got the boys and Margaret round for the afternoon and tea as well. Which is lucky since all my pots and pans have been packed away so they'd have been having chicken rice again if it were up to me!
That's really all we've been up to here (getting ready for today), so nothing particularly interesting to tell you all. I am really looking forward to Friday night and a good sleep - hopefully after a Crusaders win! - I'd better keep my fingers crossed that the hotel comes through on Callum's rollaway else it'll be a long night sleeping in the bath!
Sarah x
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