The big practical stuff is done. We have flights and accommodation. I still need to call my dad, again, to give him the details of my flights, and my brother's flights, as they emailed those to me.
My MIL is being very very reasonable about all this. Sane people would ask, "why wouldn't she be?", but a few years back, when my dad was ill, and I was debating going to Mexico, she objected strenuously to me taking Magnus with me, as the Mexicans would steal him, as he is blond. (Because, yeah, their lovely dark-haired kids aren't cute enough for them?)
But she's being fine this time, thank goodness.
I am really not getting upset any more, not really. Which is broken, but whatever. I still have to sort out packing etc, gifts for family (if I bother), and I have to sort out some of the chaos around here, as the builders are going to come in and knock through the two houses while we are away (!!).
It does all seem a bit overly busy. DH finds out his bonus numbers the day before we go to Mexico.
And my concerns about the trip have changed from concerns about Mexico per se to concerns about coping with people. I will have to listen to lots of old North American people tell me how much they love Mexico, in a way that includes all sorts of mildly racist crap about Mexicans. I will have to listen to them talk about what a lovely perfect person my mom was ... she was an interesting person, and generally good, but as her daughter, I have a slightly different perspective on her than all these folks will. And I will have to listen to lots of lovely stuff about her writing skills etc, which I won't agree with, and will have to bite my tongue. (Both the form and the content of her "fiction" are troublesome to me. Particularly the content - it's always stories about the wider family, people who don't want her telling their stories from her perspective. And she's always absolutely perfect in these stories.)