E-Lo….. and everything else…

Well she’s here. Asleep, but here. I couldn’t sleep last night, Mike was tossing and turning (ugh) and my eyes just wouldn’t shut. This is so unlike me because normally I’m the sort of person that can sleep on a concrete slab and be happy. Last night nothing was happening. I’d close my eyes but my brain kept working such long hours that I finally decided (at 4.15am) that it was ridiculous and to just get up, shower, get ready and dibble dabble around. I left home at about 5am for the airport. It’s really only a 35-40 minute drive (max) at that hour, but I didn’t want to wake everyone else just because I couldn’t sleep so I figured that I could at least grab a coffee and wait at the gate for Em’s plane.

The plane was due at 5.55am. As luck would have it there were no coffee shops open at all (not even crappy maccas coffee!!!) so I had to be content to simply sit at the gate. The two ‘Boost’ juice girls had arrived for work early and were sitting on the counter having a good old chat about their latest boy toys. I checked the arrivals sign and it kept blinking "delayed" next to Em’s plane…I listened to the VIrgin Blue staff page countless people who obviously hadn’t arrived at the airport in time for their flight. I don’t know about anyone else but when it comes to planes and airports I’m quite vigilent about getting there and checking in early! No chance of me missing the flight… I’d rather get there 5 hours early and sit around than miss a plane. Hehe.

Anyway, finally it landed. I was told by Emma to watch for her carrying her pink, floppy hat (as she didn’t want it crushed in her luggage)… Trust me to then not be watching when she did come out. Luckily she recognised me (in all my early morning glory). We headed off to baggage which was an interesting experience, she couldn’t remember what her suitcases looked like! So we waited and waited and waited and waited and finally she recognised her first bag. Then we waited and waited and waited and waited and it wasn’tuntil the conveyor belt stopped that we realised that one of the remaining bags HAD to be hers. Emma decided to open the one most likely to have her stuff and thankfully it was hers. We then stopped by Macca’s for some revolting coffee (which was, by this time open) before jumping in the car and hitting peak hour traffic.

Once home she watched bleary eyed (and I don’t blame her!) while I rushed around getting ready for Ma’s funeral. It took quite awhile to organise her funeral because the Coroner originally wanted to perform an autopsy, which shocked us quite a bit, but it is apparently because there wasn’t a doctor around at her time of death to certify the cause. In the end they were satisfied that she did pass away of natural causes (stroke), but it kinda held things up.

Anyway, I felt bad about leaving Em on her first day but she reassured me that she would sleep and everything would be A-ok.

The funeral went along nicely. It was a big catholic mass which I found a little bit boring (having not been to one for many many years), but I got up and read the Prayers of the Faithful and it all went off fine.

By the time the wake came around I was really tired. I’m still really tired (having just got home and change into trackies) but Em has wken up now and if watching me whilst I play anti-social host!

Gotta fly.

Vee