Tomorrow is a big day! First of all, we will know whether the girls get into daycare or not. I'm trying to be optimistic, but am - completely contrary to how I normally am - more realistic. With the numbers 24 to 152, it's difficult to be anything else.
Secondly, I'm flying to Denmark with Liva and Laia for 12 days. On my own..... I did it last year as well, when Liva and Laia were 7 weeks old. That was different, they slept most of the time. Now they are awake most of the time, active and want to be entertained. All the time... What will I do for 3 hours on a plane? I'm not worried about the time at the airport, I can let them crawl around and feed them. We take off around the time they normally nap, I hope they will sleep for the first hour of the flight. Then I'll feed them, I can probably keep them busy with food for about 30 minutes. But then what? At least an hour! I have packed toys and books, and hope there will be people around who will think Liva and Laia are so cute they want to play with them. There might even be other kids, Laia isn't contagious anymore, maybe she can be entertained for a while.
I'm looking forward to the trip and at the same time dreading it! The good thing is the girls love to eat, I will make sandwiches, a new thing and a huge hit with the girls! So far they've only had Philadelphia sandwiches, tomorrow I will also make banana ones, I'm sure they'll love that. I'm also convinced they'll love the waiting time at the airport, they'll find crawling around in the huge waiting area hillarious! Actually, I'm only worried about the last hour on the plane, I get restless so it would only be natural for them to get restless, too. But they are such girls, I'm sure we'll have a lovely trip.
My dad will pick us up in Copenhagen, I'm really looking forward to seeing my family and friends again, especially my parents, brother and his family.