I started getting really sick on Tuesday, on the flight back from the Pampers Premium Care launch. Maybe I'm still climatising from the move to Cape Town, maybe it's from all the traveling, or that I haven't been eating properly. Shme. I hate being sick, I hate that I still have my tonsils. I hate that I'm too scared to go have them removed now. I'm such a big stupid baby when it comes to things like that. I would rather have seven c-sections in a row than go to a dentist or have tonsils removed. I don't like people poking around in my mouth, it's a thing. So obviously ALL my health issues are centered around that area. Obviously.
Anyway, so I arrived in Johannesburg with no voice. I was really sick, but I'm stupid like that. I always think that I'm more awesome than anything that could get me down. I think I'm special, invincible -that life doesn't really apply to me. I don't ewear a jersey when it's cold, I don't take medicine when I'm sick. I'm weird.weird.weird like that. I packed way too many bags. I forgot Ben's pram. Actually, that's a lie. I left his pram because I figured I could carry him just fine. And all the bags. I'm special, remember?
Ben was really difficult on the plane. Usually he just falls asleep, but there were these ladies sitting next to me. The one kept pulling faces and chatting to Ben. Yes, it was nice, but man I just wanted her to leave my kid alone so he would sleep. There is nothing worse than a baby that has missed his nap time. Really. Then the girl sitting right next to me kept eating. Like all the time. Babies and shiny packets / chocolates / chips -whatever just don't go together. And she was young, obviously doesn't have children and has no clue. So she finally finishes eating, then wants to complain to the air hostess about her sandwich, which looked perfectly fine. I mean really chick, we're on a plane, not the Four Seasons. So Ben keeps reaching over my shoulder to get to the shiny box containing half a sandwich and this idiot girl can see me blocking it the whole time and eventually I am just like "Could you put that box away until someone comes, or put it under your magazine?" so then she just moves the box to the other side of her tray table. REALLY? That just makes it more of a challenge for inquisitive babies. Then the rabbit dropped his bottle and like, a dot of milk hit her arm or something and the chick was just in horror. She dabbed her arm with a serviette, looked at the other lady and said "I'm really annoyed right now". Really? He is oooone. Well, that made them leave Ben alone, who promptly passed out. Bless.
Traveling with a baby is not ideal, but he really is a good kid and I am lucky that he is a good sleeper and has a nice personality. He did so well at the shoot, the team from Great Expectations loved him. He played so nicely and flirted with everyone. Super charming kid. He fell asleep even before take-off on the plane home, and slept the whole way. Mommy read a nice book and he went straight to sleep again when we got home. I love him so much, really. He loves people, he is so social now. His little separation anxiety phase is finally over and his personality is just galloping out of him right now.
It was a great shoot, I loved it. Everyone was so nice, and I just spoke from the heart about how I feel about all things parenting. It was great, and thank you again to Great Expectations for the wonderful opportunity. I will let everyone know about broadcast times and dates as soon as I know. Excitement!
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| On our way. You can't tell here (or maybe you can) but I am totally sick / dying from flu |
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| This is how we rock the boarding gate. Made a little nest and played there for ages. |
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| Hello handsome! |
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| This is Nompilo Nkosi and she ROCKS at make-up. Really. I'm pretty sure that she just rocks at life in general. |
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| Aaaah, that's better! |
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| Jeanne - PR Manager Pampers / Procter & Gamble. She is just too nice! |
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| Ben and I in the cab, on the way back to the airport. What a long, long, awesome day! |
