Ruairidh and Lily Rose have finally gone to sleep and I'm sitting on the bed, contemplating what to do next.
Should I pack the next suitcase?
Perhaps I should put another wash in the machine?
Or eat the rest of the poutine?
Or gaze disconsolately at the pile of things left to pack?
Or just sit here and continue to listen to Jeremy James (by David Henry Wilson, read by Andy Crane)?
That last one seems the most sensible, but I feel I should do something more productive, as I have only one day left to pack in, and it's very slow going with a three year old and a two month old.
These are our last days in Uganda. Grandma left last Sunday for Australia, and my Husband left on Thursday to Rwanda. Now it's just myself and the children, packing, packing, packing...
Six and a half years of Uganda. About to start six weeks in Rwanda, and then off to Melbourne.