Is it possible to blame the cocktail of anti-flu drugs in my system yesterday for the awful rant I unleashed in this space. Certainly, my miserable physical state was contributing to my general crankiness. This morning I reread my little tyraid and felt just awful.
It is true that getting ready to go on holidays is a painful process and that holidays with kids are not exactly relaxing in the traditional sense but I have been looking forward to this break for months.
Last night I was scared because every time we go on holidays things go pear-shaped.
This is a rare chance for us to be together as a family for more that one or two days. The girls love our holidays. G loves the adventure. The only person with the power to ruin the whole schebang (Is that a French word!!!) is me.
But I am not going to do that this time.
We are going to Paris, how many people get to do that?
We are going to holiday in a house in the French countryside, how many people are lucky enough to have that opportunity?
We are leaving Vientiane (which has been getting me down lately), that is just what I need!
I am going to get the packing down today, I always do.
We are going to get on that plane and this time tomorrow I am going to be in Paris.
PARIS, I can feel the first stirrings of excitement in my loins.
Maybe it is time I put all the work I have done in the last year into practice….
My family doesn’t deserve to have their holiday ruined because I am a grumbly, selfish, ungrateful bitch.
My family deserve to holiday with someone FABULOUS.
Righto, see you later folks. I am off to France.