I think I have broken a bone in my foot. I managed to drop the bottom (metal) half of an IKEA chair on it while we were shifting around the furniture upstairs. Because, yes, as if I didn’t already have enough to do, we decided to spend all of Sunday afternoon rearranging the media/guest room, moving out a closet and a Foof cushion and moving in a sofa from the upstairs lounge. Oh, and said chair. 

It’s not the first time I have broken a bone in my foot. Once a horse stepped on me and refused to get off for a really, really long time. I am slightly disfigured by that one, although you wouldn’t notice unless I put my two feet together to show you, and to do that I would have to be slightly drunk . Another time I broke my toe when I stubbed it on the ironing board. I really am that impressive. 

There is nothing you can do about a broken foot bone except wait for it to heal. But in the meantime, it hurts. 

In other news, we are going to San Francisco! No, not to Blogher, we are going in two weeks. The Daddy had to be there for work and we get to tag along. I am all in a tizzy because first there were flights and hotel to arrange and now I have to work out all those new rules around airline travel. Fed up of airports a long time ago, we have resisted flying recently, and I feel rather like somebody who has been released from a long prison sentence only to find everything has changed. You know, like I went in in 1969 and now everybody has computers, piercings and cellphones. 

I am excited about San Francisco though. The closest I ever got was in 1999 when we stayed in Silicon Valley and drove through the city on the way to catch a flight out of LA, with me craning my neck and saying “I can see the Golden Gate Bridge. Over there in the distance. Can’t we stop? Can’t we visit?” and The Daddy repeating sternly “No time! No time!”

(You should know this about The Daddy. He loves road trips. Stopping, not so much.)

I will have two days of entertaining the kids on my own, and then we get to take a short vacation. The Old Me would have been feverishly planning and packing and making check marks on lists but the New Me just can’t make the time. So I guess we will roll with it. I did randomly think about digging my Ergo out of the closet to carry The Wictor around in, then I remembered I lent it to a friend for a 3 month trip to Germany. I was never going to use it because we were staying home all summer. So onto Plan B,  purchase one of those flimsy $20 strollers once we arrive. Because, walking, we will be doing it! 

Here’s another thing: have you ever tried to book a middle of the range hotel room at the last minute for two adults and three children? Outside of the flashy suites or the crusty motels, not so easy. I am not asking for a row of bunks here, people, just for my children to be able to sleep in a room with me. It would kill me to have to leave one of them in the car. 

Finally after two hours of searching the internetz this weekend, I abandoned my vision of a cute little hotel in the city and we booked a two double-bed suite by the airport. Who are we kidding? We can’t escape suburbia - even while on vacation. Oh don’t worry, I am not bummed, the hotel looks nice and we will have a rental car and probably this way I will manage to drive places without having to negotiate too many of those narrow, crowded streets and - can you believe I used to drive in London? Me neither. 

Counting down to a vacation! I am excited, in those rare moments when I have the time.