The King has been trying for months to rearrange the flights for our upcoming European Vacation.  Yesterday some flights opened up and we were able to get better flights.  When traveling with a toddler “better flights” constitutes “at night” and “direct”.  (Let’s not talk about the fact that this little ticket change cost us enough Frequent Flier miles for an entire other ticket to Europe!)

So now we’re flying to Europe directly.  No 24 hour layover in Newark.  (Sorry New Jersey, we’ll catch you next time!)  And we’re flying on a better airline company.  And dude, we’re flying at night.  Which, I think, means Babboo will just sleep through the flight  and all will be magical and blissful and full of reading time for mommy and sleeping time for daddy and nobody will want to kill us when we land in England.

One can wish, right?

This little ticket change also means we’ll be on vacation longer. But only an extra day at the beginning and an extra day at the end. So yeah, one more day in Berlin and London.  Bring it.

Yesterday was spent with me frantically trying to find some cheap hotels online using my usual methods. Thankfully all was successful.  (I am actually quite happy with the hotels we scored for this trip.)  (Expect a full report when we return.)

We don’t leave until Monday afternoon.  At which time our lovely friend will be moving into our house to pick up our mail, feed our cat, eat our food, sleep in our bed and order p*rn on our PPV for the three weeks that we’ll be gone.  Here’s hoping he remembers to not leave any water on the counter tops and to water the plants in the yard.

Presents still need to be purchased for our friends in Europe.  When I suggested to The King that we take them some famous Seattle Chocolates he just rolled his eyes at me.  Oh right, we’re supposed to be the one bringing chocolates back from Europe. Not the other way around.

I guess that means I’m taking them the left over iron-on shirts I made for all the kids in Babboo’s class.  Today’s his last day there (he starts his new school in October) and The King and I wanted to leave everybody with something to remember our little genius with.

(And yes, I did all of the ironing on the bathroom counter top at work today.  And no, I wasn’t caught.  Not a single person had to pee in the time it took me to iron 15 toddler sized shirts.  It was an ironing miracle.)

I’m going to try my hardest to post while we’re away.  (Thanks to the lovely Carrisa for being the guardian angel over holaisabel.com while I’m gone.) I mean, what if I run into Rob Lowe again? I know you’ll want to hear about it.  So here’s hoping some of our hotels offer internet in the lobby as we’re not taking our laptops with us.  But have no fear, like always, I have some fun things lined up for all of my lovely readers while I’m gone.  So don’t forget to check back.

You won’t want to miss a minute of it.

Peach out.

(I always type “peach” instead of “peace” [I just did it again].  So now I just give in and type “peach.)