She was so ill we almost had to dress her ourselves and finish packing her suitcase.
The weight came in at 27kg. So she decided to wear the heavier shoes and we had to take out some toiletries. It still weighed over 25kg at the airport but nothing was said.
Her hand luggage is a little bit over too. I had to take out my Christmas present to her. She said she would survive till she returned.
Well I had a big cry!!
With the help of M and W we finished scanning the textbooks.
We arrived at the airport dead on 11:30am and everyone was already there and anxious to get moving.
Jocelyn sat on her suitcase while I went in hunt of Gatorade to hydrate her.
We had an hour to kick around before they were to meet, get boarding passes etc and go down into the abyss of customs. She managed to eat a salad roll and down another bottle of Gatorade. Colour started returning to her cheeks. After 3 hours sleep she was still the worse for wear. She wanted some nail polish from the duty free shop, so that became her Christmas present.
Plenty of tears on my part. Looking around I was the only parent with tears. Ok so everyone else has got it together. I'm a big SOOK!
W was not keen on staying to see the plane take off. I managed to wangle some extra time out of him so I could at least see her come through customs. She didn't turn to look and wave goodbye. She looked very tired.
The cabin crew..................
Come on darling look....mummy is sending out the vibes....
come on darling...up here...ooo hooo!!!...
ok! one last chance!! come on!
AND GONE!
It's time for bed. The house can wait for another time to set in order.
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