I am getting really concerned at my lack of concern for this upcoming jaunt. It’s not normal. Last time we did a long haul trip (September 06) I started having nightmares (yes, literally) about four months before we left about the flight. And that was in the free and easy days of parenting a single child. A single child who wasn’t utterly incapable of understanding boundaries, gravity, “no”, sitting quietly or behaving in any way resembling calmness Sophia.

If I think rationally about this, I know we are going to be spending a good proportion of the time chasing her all over the plane. Meh.

It’s not just the flight. We plan on having the children share a room. When Hugo was a baby, even a toddler, the bedtime routine was sacrosanct. You don’t mess with the routine. Or else. Soooo … two children, one bedroom. We’re going to get so much sleep, aren’t we? Meh.

Even so, my brain keeps saying “meh. It’s going to be fine!”. When it comes to travel, I am not a “meh” person. I am not a “whatever will be will be” person. I am a worried, I am prone to anxiety, I need to plan down to the last contingency for everything. I don’t understand why I’m not a basket case yet? Is it all going to hit me, one day (in about 13 weeks time no doubt)?

Or is my brain so consumed with “Business class … free pyjamas. FREE PYJAMAS!” that I’m not seeing the bigger picture?

On the other hand, this lack of concern means I don’t have my usual “running on adrenaline” energy getting ready to go.

Meh.