This blogpost should have been Grit's report of her date.
Yes! A date!
Not with a handsome gentleman, obviously. They all escape kicking and screaming when they clap eyes on me, running at them with my arms outstretched.
No, my date was even better than with a Ryan Gosling look-a-like. This date was with the splendid ladies of my exclusive Hong Kong club: The Homeschool Moms.
Well, the date was to be this: supper at the Foreign Correspondents' Club, then drinks to end the evening at the China Club.
Yup. This is the sort of swanky life Grit could lead.
If only daughter Squirrel had not vomited ONE HOUR before departure time, then sank to her bed and passed out.
I do the only thing a dutiful mama can do. Cancel my attendance at my own farewell party, and play nurse.
With a sigh, I put the event down in my book of life, Unfinished Business.
Then I can imagine a return at some point to complete the work of departing a place in style, instead of my usual. In haste, indignity, and covered with sick.
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6 comments:
Oh, I do feel sorry that you missed your own party!
Love hearing your stories. Thanks.
That sounds totally like my life. These days I don't plan any more, because something always happens to spoil the plan. It comes with the territory called having a family. Sorry to hear that you couldn't leave HK in style. :(
Departing not with a bang but someone else's whimper then! Hope Squirrel is fully recovered in time for the flight home - and that no-one else succumbs to the same bug.
Bloody kids! I know that game oh so well..... x
thank you for your comments people! kids are great, aren't they? they have a great capacity to undermine all my best plans.
I'm sure she didn't get sick on purpose. Maybe it is a case of nerves about the coming departure. Everybody has their way of coping. Sotty you missed your party, though. Hop you get to have a party of some sort soon. Maybe a welcome home one?
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