So in just six short hours we will be mid-frenzy trying to get out the door to the airport. The children are nestled all snug in their beds, actually all having a sleepover in one room to accommodate the house sitter and her son who will be holding down the fort while we are gone.
It was a real treat getting the little dears into bed. Nobody was happy, but we grimly soldiered on and stuck to our exhausted guns. They all swore they would never be able to sleep like this, not in a million long, boring years, but half an hour later they were all asleep.
Once they were down, we sprang into action. Six clever be-wheeled suitcases (one each to carry on, one larger one to check) stand in a row by the front door:
And the surprise Disney extravaganza notification has been arranged:
And now we are expected to sleep?!