Sleep.

“Why are you eating mine?” Annie inquires as I reach into her little  snack pack, obvlivious to my own little pack of pretzels on the airplane tray in front of me.  We laugh, I’m spacing out again.

My nice brown pants have already collected wet pie drippings, sticky brie cheese and yoghurt.  Not unlike an infant.  Annie’s dropped oatmeal on her sweater.

And we’re not even over the atlantic yet.

Packing late and skipping out on sleep, combined with copious amounts of coffee simply makes for exaggerated klutz moves.  Sleeping 60 minutes before the 6am airport shuttle arrives isn’t the greatest first move. ☺  All the mini carabiners left beside our day bag to latch stuff?  Still right on the table at home.  And more.

Oh well, c’est la vie.  All part of the fun.

Still, this trip is finally reality after years of postponement.  We’re sleepily psyched.