I thought that the jet lag was going to much worse than it really has been. Between never really properly sleeping when we were away (I think I got about 4 or 5 hours tops most nights) in between LOTS of walking, I was just in a constant state of adrenalin, and a little anxiety and excitement and YEARS of sleep deprivation that when we got home I totally got through the first day from 4am until 9pm on 3 hours sleep and I was OK. I am really trained well in the area of sleep deprivation it would seem.
So we are home. And everything is the same, and everything different.
The girls were SO happy to see us. We got in after a very long and delayed flight (our connecting flight from LA to Syd was delayed and then cancelled and then delayed which meant that instead of getting in 6am Friday morning, we got in 10.30pm Friday night). Frank was waiting at the door for us, thrilled that we were finally home and he could relax again. You could almost feel the collective sigh from everyone (not that they weren’t happy or perfectly looked after) but everyone could relax, we were all back together again. Ourselves included. I woke both big girls up for a kiss and cuddle and through their sleepiness I could feel how happy they were we were back.
Frank has galloped a lot.
As for Miss Maggie, well it’s taken her a little longer to warm up. I am still being called Grandma, and I am trying to get my head around being her Mum again, everything has changed, nothing has. She has grown SO much. She talks now. Like, TALKS. All the time. ALL THE WORDS. It’s been a huge adjustment getting my head around that. And hearing her little voice! She has been definitely letting us know what she wants and what she doesn’t…the terrible twos are here with a vengeance. Apparently she doesn’t like most of the things that she used to do, and all the things she does like I don’t know about, which is most frustrating for her (and me). We’ll get back into the swing of it all soon enough.
With each passing load of washing, normality is returning. Nothing changed, and yet nothing the same.
Autumn is here with all the leaves on the trees in the yard and village turning magnificent shades of deep, deep red this year. Maybe all the rain? The heat? Our gardens have had a complete seeing to by Chris which has been such a joy to come home to. No jobs hanging over our head, just the gorgeous mulched trees and stripy, green lawns.
We had a lovely visit from my brother and his family at Mum’s and my sister’s on the weekend. A beautiful lunch at Mum’s followed by drinks at Lucy’s place and a few extra kids here Saturday night. We hadn’t seen them since we left our Christmas holiday together. And now it’s Easter? How does that happen?
So for now, we will slowly get back into the swing of things. I’ll keep washing, because what else is there to do? I’ll collect kindling and light the fire, I’ll close the blinds on the cooler, darker evenings, I’ll pull those girls in and snuggle them tight and ride this wave of extra patience and tolerance I have for them all and their fights, because 12 days away from your kids will do that.
And in between all that sameness, I will allow my thoughts to drift back to packed subways filled with people and stories, freshly made hotel beds, drinks and chats with Rob, no plans, no expectations and try to remember that even though it’s all the same, a little part of my heart, and (tired) mind are changed forever. I’ll hold Rob’s hand and give it a squeeze to remind us that yes! We did do all those things. And look at what we’ve got.
How lucky we all are.
I know it, I really do.
A huge shout out to both our Mums who did the most amazing job with the girls while we were gone. They cuddled and cooked and tucked in and jumped on the trampoline and nursed 3 sick girls and kept the home fires literally burning. We are both eternally grateful for allowing us this time. Knowing that everything was COMPLETELY and UTTERLY FINE with the kids, helped us relax and enjoy it all the more. I can’t thank you both enough.
And now, well, now we wait for a new baby that is so close to being here with us all. An easter chick. I just about can’t wait to get my mitts on that child. You can come now little one, we’re all ready and waiting x
Now tell me EVERYTHING.
What have I missed?
What have you been up to?!