We are off to the snow tomorrow morning. It will be our longest car trip and the very first holiday to the winter wonderland with baby.
I am incredibly nervous about the whole thing which is strange because the prospect of a holiday brought about nothing but excitement pre-baby. I just see it as a whole lot of work and a whole lot of stress now and I know I really must change my attitude. I am worrying about the smallest of things but worrying nonetheless. Will there be change facilities at the venue? What about a microwave to heat Milla’s food? What if it snows and we get trapped inside? Milla might get sick and her ears may hurt with the altitude change!
This is all coming from someone who once looked at everything in life as a fantastic adventure and thought that the best times were those when things went horribly wrong and you could laugh about them later on – like when my sister’s windscreen wipers stopped working when driving through a terrible storm on the way to a wedding – and having to tie string to each one and pull them alternatively just so we could continue driving and we wouldn’t be late. Or, when we went cross country skiing, took a wrong turn, and ended up skiing in the dark until the patrol came to pick us up (thanking our lucky stars we took enough scroggin to keep the energy levels up!). The list goes on and on.
If anything like that happened now, with baby, I’d be devastated and would probably cry when reflecting on our holiday away, not laugh.
So, after packing for three days, checking and re-checking that I have everything and trying to change my outlook on the venture, we are all ready to go…wish me luck!

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