To be honest, this picture pretty much sums up all of us at the moment.
When we had the opportunity to head to Tasmania on the weekend to consider some important ways to develop what we’re doing with the ship, we jumped at the chance. In some ways, it seemed crazy. Pack the kids, wake at 4am (okay, 3:30, since Elianna is still on her “own” time in the nights), get to the airport by 5, travel down, keep the kids quiet on planes, keep the kids quiet in the car, keep the kids quiet in meetings, let the kids go crazy in the car since they’ve been up all night, have dinner by 7:30… all the weekend before we are due to fly to America.
Now that we’re back, the washing machine is being temperamental, the kids are overtired, and I have literally been rearranging suitcases instead of unpacking them, I should be kicking myself for going… but I’m not.
Yes, we’re tired, but this trip was amazing… and not just for the glorious views, the chilly temps, the fireplace in our accommodation, or amazing local produce Tassie has to offer… seeing what could be and what we could develop in PNG up close and personal was inspirational and exciting.
Now, its 11pm on Monday night, the washer is going, the house is dirty, half our bags are packed, and we have about half a day to finish it off before we wake up at 4am (or 3:30) again, and we all look a bit like Max (who, for the record, was too tired to even enjoy a ride on a genuine Tasmanian police bike, which I didn’t even know was possible for a two year old boy who adores anything that moves)…
But, we also realise the rare privilege that it is to take our entire family overseas and visit four states. We’re so, so grateful. So look out America, we may arrive looking like stunned mullets and stay that way for a few days, but we sure are excited to see you!
Now, the washing machine is ready to be changed and I’m feeling re-energised to pack another lot of clothes… Sleep, you will be mine, shortly!