After 3 flights, 30 hours in transit, an hour of sleep, a 2 hour delay while seated aboard my aircraft in LAX, 2 missed connections, and 2 hours in a line with a couple hundred angry passengers (security was called to deal with 'passenger rage'), I've finally made it to Brisbane. Which would be so lovely had I actually planned on coming to Brisbane. Unfortunately, I still have yet to get to Melbourne and a bed (or couch or piece of floor even) on which to crash.
I'm going to look at the positive however and give a big whoop whoop that I am back on Australian soil once again (and able to console myself with a Violet Crumble).
I would love to think of something pithy or even witty to say here, but apparently my brain doesn't function well on two nights of no sleep. So instead I will point you to a piece I wrote that was published in the latest Digital Parents blogozine. It's called We are Good Mothers and you may have read it before on Wanderlust a while back. But since we mothers are so good at the guilt thing, go read it again. We need reminding time and again that we're doing a good job.
My Melbourne peeps, I so look forward to arriving in your fair city. And my lovely Brisbane peeps, if only I had known I would have this bit of time here, we might have had a chance to visit (if you could have ignored the fact that I look like a zombie with swollen feet who just yakked up lunch for the third time due to 14 hours of turbulence. Best stick with virtual me for now).
Ah, Australia, see what I'm willing to endure to see you? What a strong spell you cast, you amazing hunk of terra firma.