Best sounding fingers

I don’t know what I did last night, but even though I had the baby with me all night, and I was awake and aware every time she stirred and/or latched on, at 6:30 when Jake took her in the lounge, I was not completely exhausted. I wish I knew how I did that…

More packing today. I left Ashley in the bedroom because she was happily playing, and went to the bathroom (opposite end of the apartment) to grab random toiletries. After maybe 5 minutes (enough time to grab all the toiletries and rearrange the cupboard) I heard her start to fuss/cry. She had moved out of the bedroom, through the lounge, and was in the kitchen doorway. I was quite impressed, there were lots of toys and things in the way so it wasn’t just a straight path.

I’m listening to music in hopes of going to bed/waking up with something other than a kids show song in my head, but I have to take the headphones off every so often because it sounds like Ash is fussing. I told Jake he’ll have to come get me if she needs me because I can’t hear, but I probably will hear her.

Ugh, my hands stink of nail polish remover.

At lunch I went for a short walk to the convenience store just down the road. I had to grab random candies for a gift. I actually had enough already, but I really wanted to add a charleston chew to the pile because I remember grabbing one of those when I first sampled american candy that was odd to me. Man those things were gross. Thankfully I found mini ones, so I won’t have to subject someone to a full size gross. I’m actually quite proud of this gift, hopefully it is well received. I think it is just the right combination of good, weird-but-good, and gross. Unfortunately there are no twinkies in it, but… oh man, I remember trying one of those. Not good.

This time next week we should be settled in the oz-home! I think it is so weird that our flight lands at 10:30am, every other time we’ve gone for a visit it has been 6 or 7am, I swear. This may be better, less time to sit around and feel exhausted. Of course, more time travelling with an almost 10-month-old. We are leaving here at 1:30pm, and if we land at 10:30 that means getting home probably at 11:30. So that is…31 hours from home to home. I am really starting to DREAD the travel part. Ashley doesn’t have her own seat, what do we do at meal time? The trays don’t allow for space between it and me for an Ash to sit on my lap. Will we have to squeeze 2 meals on one tray? If we don’t luck out with one of the bassinets becoming free, where do we change her diapers? Is there enough floor space inside the toilet room? Will I be able to enjoy my favourite part of flying, watching movies? That one I know the answer to: no.

Change the topic, Sarah… fuck me. You know I’ve been here too long when I call myself Sarah instead of Sez! Very VERY few people call me Sez here, which makes me kinda sad. But then, if people did start calling me that, like the american family, I think that would be kinda weird…

I’m so looking forward to dinner tomorrow. Curried chicken and rice soup. Although we put so much more rice in it than it calls for, so it is less soupy and more… chicken and rice. MMM.