View from the plane window. Me in the cabin. It’s the night before I fly to Dublin to speak at PMI Ireland Chapter. While I wait for my flight, I am organized and enjoying a glass wine.
Ha! Ha!
In reality, I’m actually cleaning 600 peas off the floor that’ve been there for a few minutes since Jack’s tea. He doesn’t like spoon-training and doesn’t see much value in plates. I put the peas into the bin.
“OK,” I mutter loudly. “What’s my next priority?” Eyebrows. Yes, eyebrows.”
I can hear a guffaw from the other room over the pacing footsteps and sobbing baby. Given that there isn’t yet a meal for adults, I can understand why. It’s my first time speaking in front of an audience (i.e. Although it isn’t a conference like the one on Skype for international conferences, it’s my first time speaking live in front of an audience (i.e. Because I can only fit in my skirt in my suit, I want to look confident.
Brows done, bag packed, clothes hung on the back of the door. (I also have spare tights in me bag). I just removed the label from the top I purchased this afternoon. I also pulled out the make-up and placed it on the shelf in my bathroom. Now we can do dinner.
I’m comfortable in a Tshirt and shorts for my morning coffee, just in case someone throws Weetabix at me or is sick of my suit.
“Pretty Mummy” arrives at the last minute and we load the boys into the car to drive us to the airport.
They are both asleep when they arrive so I don’t have to wake them up to say goodnight. It’s only an hour and I’ll be back tonight. It feels like I’m leaving. It’s sad.
I love my job and I love to travel. It will always be like that. Won’t it?