The Guilt Trip

Flight

About this time last week we were on our way home to Harbour City after a lovely long weekend visiting Mr Posy’s family down in the City by the Bay. Niece Posy read us the riot act back in January – she was very unhappy that we hadn’t been down to see her for a while, and demanded to know when we would next be visiting. Given our last visit was in August (time got away from me), her guilt trip was very effective, and that night I was looking up flights.

I started a countdown calendar of work days to our trip (because I am five), and I was tickled pink to hear that Niece and Nephew Posy were counting down the days on their own calendar (“THEIO AND THEIA POSY IN TOWN!”). Getting up at 4.30am to get to the airport for our early morning flight was hideous, but worth it once we got off that plane at the other end and I could give the kids a big hug.

Melb

Niece and Nephew Posy are getting so grown –  I relished every minute of colouring-in, playing superheroes, making tutus, reading storybooks, singing at the top of our lungs, searching for fairies, and taking selfies. And bowling! We took the kids bowling for the first time and they loved it.

Saying “see you next time” still felt like a knife going through my heart, but there were no tears on leaving this time round (theirs/mine). We’re hoping they might be able to get up here in May for a long weekend, and Mr Posy and I are making a list of all the places we want to take them and all the things we want to do.

It’s funny how life works out sometimes, isn’t it? If somebody had told me when I first started this blog (after sidelining my previous blog), that the thing I’d miss most when Mr Posy and I moved to Sydney was having his family right across the road, I would have said they were out of their mind. Yet here we are – more than four years and one interstate move later, and I miss them dreadfully, and I wish they lived across the road. I don’t miss Mr Posy’s Ma’s cooking, but I do miss having his family so close. I miss our family BBQs, and I miss seeing the kids grow.

We’re at a bit of a stalemate though – they will never move to Sydney, and Melbourne will never be on the cards for us. We will just have to settle for video chat and frequent flyer points.

What’s Yours is Mine

When we found out that the second attempt at Niece Posy’s christening (after the first was cancelled thanks to a cyclone) would coincide with Apple selling the new iPad, Mr Posy was stoked. He was convinced that we would be bringing home an iPad 2.0 from Melbourne. I was doubtful.

His excitement started to dissipate as our trip to Melbourne grew closer, and his calls to various outlets enquiring about stock were fruitless. When his co-worker read out an article stating that iPads were sold out worldwide, he was heartbroken. His hope momentarily spiked after a call to the Chadstone Apple Store – they’d directed him to a web address where he’d be able to reserve his gadget. He later realised that we’d be on a plane at 9.00 pm, when the reservation system would be available. When we arrived at the hotel at 2.00 am, Mr Posy made a mad dash to check whether iPads were still available. I went to bed.

Accepting that he would be going home without a new iPad, Mr Posy admitted defeat and got into the spirit of enjoying our little break.

Park Hyatt, Melbourne

Does anyone else not take many photos when they’re on holidays? I’m always so paranoid that locals might think I’m a tourist that I often refuse to get my camera out. It probably doesn’t help that my trusted point and shoot died a painful death, and I hate carting my DSLR around… I snapped one quick photo of our hotel with my iPhone (when nobody was looking) to mark our visit, and got on with enjoying the city.

After subjecting Mr Posy to two days of traipsing around shops, High Tea, and lazing around the hotel’s heated pool and spa, I found out via Twitter that a friend had secured not one, but TWO iPads. I had to find out how she did it.

Lilli’s Mum advised me to try reserving an iPad again that night. There was no way I was telling Mr Posy what I was up to.

As we walked back to the Park Hyatt after a lovely dinner at Cecconi’s, I pulled out my phone and navigated to the right page. “Oh my gosh!” I gasped out loud. Bugger. I hadn’t meant that – it was supposed to be a surprise. I was going to whisk him out to the ‘burbs, and announce that we were picking up a new iPad once we reached the Apple Store. Too sloshed to lie, I came clean to Mr Posy. “I’ve reserved an iPad for us to pick up at Chadstone tomorrow!” I felt rather smug that I’d managed to secure an iPad when Mr Posy had not.

Mr Posy was beside himself with excitement. I was busy trying to work out how we were going to get out to Chadstone.

A tram, a bus, and an hour and a half later, we found ourselves in line at the Chadstone Apple Store. I hadn’t had breakfast and was beginning to get grumpy. I was not quite as excited or as patient as Mr Posy.

Treasure from the Apple Store

Forty minutes later, and I had a new iPad in my hands. Yes, my hands – I claimed the brand new iPad and so generously gifted Mr Posy my old iPad. Isn’t that how it works?