On Wednesday evening my little family boarded a plane to South Africa for 10 days leaving me alone in London.  For various reasons I didn’t join them, and here I am, day 2, and I am on the couch, the house is so tidy, so quiet, my silver cat is curled into my lap, a silly romcom plays in the background and I have just returned from a 2 hour yoga class.  I feel empty. I want to hear my daughters’ baby snores from her room, I want E sprawled beside me on the couch as he sleeps through some recorded episode of John Simpson.

At the same time I am so grateful for this short time to be really alone. Grateful not to have to rush away from my desk every evening with the phone still ringing and a million tasks left hanging.  Grateful not to have to log on to my laptop again at 10:oopm just to tie up lose ends and prepare for my morning.

And, if the cat eventually stops waking me up at fcuking 3:00am demanding food I may evening catch up on some sleep to tackle the darkening rings under my eyes. He never seems to do that when E is bed, why is that?

So, I have plans, to garden, to repaint chi’s room, to take each of my brothers out for dinner - separately, to have a facial, get a haircut and to do as much yoga as I can take but I am not going to knock myself out if all I do is hibernate under the duvet with any one of the 3 books I brought this evening. 

And each hour I miss my family, and relish the return of noise, laughter and non stop four year old demands.

Comments

[Bev]

Enjoy the peace and quiet!! It will go in a flash!