So, today was supposed to be different.
Tonight I was going to Gatwick to stay in a Yotel before jetting off on a SeaWorld review trip in Florida with Becky @ English Mum, Liz @ Living With Kids, Erica @ Little Mummy, Linda @ Have A Lovely Time and Jo @ Jo Beaufoix for a few days.
Unfortunately the bloody volcano, Eyjafjallajokull, (try saying that after a couple of mojitos) decided to erupt causing chaos to travellers all over the place. It appears that those who are trapped in other countries … Alice @Dulwich Divorcee, Lulu @ Family Affairs and Becky @ English Mum are making the most of it though.
I can think of worse places to be stranded than Barbados, Dubai and Morocco.
I spent the weekend wondering whether to pack my suitcase, pluck my eyebrows, whether to shave my legs and tend to my ladygarden … with one eye on the news watching plumes of ash causing mayhem.
After two days of quoting every volcano/airport/flight path/how many millions of pounds loss the ash is causing top anyone who would listen I relented and de-haired my legs in the hope that things would improve. I also pretended to myself that I had lost my passport thinking that would change the wind direction and blow the ash elsewhere. Sadly it made the ash worse, such is my luck.
Of course as soon as we cancelled our trip officially, on Monday, it was announced that flights would be resuming. Still it was too late, and we can’t go anywhere without English Mum and her zebra bikini.
The Husband is secretly relived that I will not be leaving him for a week of solo parenting today. He has more work than ever this week and was not looking forward to working part time hours to sort out the children. Of course he kept referring to the trip as a ‘jolly’ … not realising that it would be serious hard work all the way. Ahem.
Luckily our trip is being rescheduled so we’ll still get to complete our serious hard work together, just in a few more weeks … ash permitting.
So I’ll be starting up my ‘how many sleeps’ tweets again, just to annoy everyone, and I also get to grow my Yeti legs back to keep me warm.
I leave you with a man who clearly shares my sentiments;