In 5 and a half hours (at 6.30am), the kids are due to take off from Auckland airport for their trip to the Gold Coast. That is if they haven't driven Deena crackers and she refuses to take them.

They didn't have a very good day, today (yesterday). They started smacking each other around and Ads rang bawling his eyes out because he had hit H and hurt her after she smacked him in the head yada yada say no more. They were only left alone for an hour, for God's sake.

Just another day in the lives of the Gruesome Twosome. After a considerable tune up of both, peace once more reigned and it was all over.

Until the next time...

Fuck, I am so stressed out over the kids trip that this is anything but a holiday for me. I'd rather they were home with me and not creating stress 10 times worse than what they usually do. They're already homesick, H is scared of public places, Ads is scared of the plane ride and being so far from home, I'm scared Adam will get too hot and his migraines will blow everything out of the water and the whole trip will turn to utter custard.

I should have said they can't go.

UPDATE:

I got a txt this morning just after they landed to say all was well and the kids were fine. Got a phone call this evening to say all was well and kids were fine, Adam already had his first migraine in the heat but didn't say anything until he was pulled up for bitching at his sister and said "my bloody head hurts". A few tablets, a cold drink and a sleep for an hour or 2 and it cleared up enough to all decamp for Draculas for the Saturday show. Then they went shopping for essentials and carried it all them a couple of blocks from where the bus stopped in 31° heat. Now they are all set to lax back and watch dvd's cos it's stinking hot and they've already had a very loooooong day.

Tomorrow: if sunny, laxing and hitting the markets; if cloudy hitting one of the theme parks.

PS

Fatima has arrived and is here in the building for the next five weeks.

Oh Joy ;-)