I went to Sydney for work last week to pitch our new Winter collections to some existing clients.

Sounds exciting? Well, it isn’t. Like, not really even a little bit.

Travelling is a part of my job that I both love and yet intensely dislike all at the same time. And if you do it too for your job, you will know exactly what I mean. Yes it can be fun, but even short day trips are totally exhausting and hard work. And this trip was no exception.

The day started off reasonably well I guess. Well, to be honest, it actually kinda started the night before as my little one decided he couldn’t sleep due to his sore gums and a phlemmy cough. From between 10-11pm he cried in discomfort.

Now, I know this doesn’t sound like a big deal because he only cried for one hour, and in the grand scheme of things it really wasn’t, I get that. But it came on the back of an incredibly busy weekend and a stack of late nights with broken sleep. So, on this particular night where I already felt so mentally and physically exhausted, with a massive day to follow, I was desperate to go to bed early…like an 8pm-at-the-latest kind of early. I was so. freaking. tired.

What I wanted to do at 4pm in the afternoon the day before my trip – via GIPHY

Yes, I had wanted to go to bed super early, but that hadn’t remotely gone to plan because there was (as always) a bunch of things that I wanted to do before bedtime. Yes, and that did include some prep work for my meetings, and eating a few hundred squares of chocolate…you know, all the usual stuff.

However I finally shut that bedroom door and prepared to hop into bed, and it was glorious.

Most Winter nights, I go to bed in what is essentially a full outfit, including multiple jumpers and socks. THATS how much I feel the cold normally.

Me. Just about all the damn time. – via GIPHY

I figure that I’m doing myself a favour because if the baby wakes up, as I wont stumble around the bedroom looking for additional clothing because it will all be on my body already. One less thing to worry about you know?

However this particular night, I broke the tradition. I took my jumper and socks off with the intense relief and happiness of one expecting a full nights sleep. I then turned the light off and dramatically flopped my tired body down onto my bed to sleep. I should have bloody well known.

Me falling into bed that night – via GIPHY

I even remember heaving a dramatic sigh of relief whilst dramatically shutting my dramatic eyes.

Ahhhh…bliss. And then I heard it.

I heard a cough. Then another… And another…And another. Then a wail… Damn it! Damnity Damn! How the frick did the baby know that I had taken off my jumper and my socks off, and was ready to relax for once??! I mean, I only do that on the nights that my husband is on “baby duty” so HOW DID THE BABY KNOW??!! Hmmmm… maybe he sensed it from the stressed out please-dont-wake-up-tonight expression that was on my face when I tossed him into his cot at bedtime. Clever little mini man.

So when I heard the wail, I got up and went through all of the regular motherly duties. I cuddled that little man into sleepy submission whilst he wiped his snot all over my t-shirt and dribbled into my hair. So cute. :-/

Somehow, he finally settled down, so I could hop back into my bed again and finally go to sleep.

Yesssss! Fist pump!

Fist Pump – via GIPHY

Five minutes later (actually, 6 hours later, but who is counting) my stupid disgusting alarm went off. Our flight was at stupid o’clock in the morning…oh sorry, I meant seven o’clock in the morning… so it was an early start especially after my late night with the little Mister.

When I heard the alarm go off, I let out a wail of my own, and then wrenched open my eyes. I was so tired I actually felt a little bit sick from it, but I managed against all odds to drag myself into the shower and splash about for a bit, before heading downstairs to stuff some breakfast into my face. We didn’t have much available so I had some of last nights leftover dinner…Shudder.

Try stuffing a wedge of leftover Chicken Parma in your face at 5:40am. It aint great.

My Giant Chicken Parma Shudder – via GIPHY

And then it was time to head to the airport.

In my infinite wisdom, I decided to leave the house ten mins later than planned. Well, I didn’t decide it as such. I was running late from morning Chicken Parma poops and tooth brushing and all that, which really put a damper onto tight morning timings, but I finally sped off to the airport hoping to god that I would make it in time. I started to sweat I was so worried I would miss the flight.

But somehow, I made it by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin, and swanned onto the flight just in time to board and start the day for real.

And although I experienced a few trials over the day, like how my pen disappeared into the abyss that was my presentation bag, and how some of my samples got mixed up, and how I felt intensely car sick on the ride back to the airport so the only thing I could do was shut my eyes and hope I didn’t vomit on my general manager, the day went really well.

Exceptionally well in fact. I nailed it.

Happy dance after a day gone well – via GIPHY

But gee I was glad to get home and BE home. Until the next trip of course… Sigh…

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