Monday, 13 February 2012
Guess where the Fancies are having a long weekend?
I have to say, this has been an amazing trip. I wish we could stay longer than a few days but the Minis are back in London with their Nannies and grandparents. I always hesitate to leave the continent unless their is family somewhere nearby. Of course I still have 24-7 childcare in place, because Lord knows my Minis could kill an old person, but at least they are getting completely spoiled while their Fancy mother shovels raw fish and udon into her mouth.
God Bless Nanny #1. She actually asked me as I was packing my bags whether there were any special care instructions for the grandparents. She's a good one, that Nanny.
Anyhoo, we almost didn't make the trip, which would have been a terrible shame. And it would have been all H's fault. Or someone's fault. Not mine. Actually, that's the problem. We don't know who almost made us miss our flight. What? Oh, let me explain.
"Car's here in 5 minutes, dude," I screamed up the staircase. "Need my lounge time. Chop chop!"
"Good, I need 6 minutes. Just need to find my bag of cables so I can work on the plane."
Yes, you know what happens when a man tries to "find something," don't you?
What ensued next was not pretty. I'll spare you the gritty details. Suffice it to say that within minutes, Fancy PA (who'd arrived early to help us pack) and myself were tearing the Fancy Home apart.
"When did you last have them?" I asked, as calmly as I could.
"On my trip last week. They were in my suitcase."
"And who unpacked your suitcase?" I continued, trying to retrace the steps of the critical wiring. "Was it you?" I asked Fancy P, who shook her head vehemently.
"Uh, I guess it was Nanny #2," was H's answer.
Fancy PA called her immediately. She did not, I repeat, did not unpack a suitcase last week.
Which means that we have no idea who unpacked Mr. Fancy after his last trip. All we know is that someone did.
And this means that either we have so many people working in the Fancy Home that I've actually lost count, or one of us has lost our minds.
Ah well, either way, we made the flight. They sell that shit at the airport you know.