We we are all back home after a rather crazy week. Country Boy and the girls headed down to the South Coast on the biannual school excursion for four days. Toby went to stay with my parents in the mountains for a week, and I stayed home and worked.
We had planned to send Toby for a visit to Mum and Dad for about six months, but after the fires started, I confess I felt rather nervous sending him up there. I trust my parents totally, but fires can be unpredictable, and I spent a good deal of my spare moments checking the rfs website.
I need not have worried. Toby had a fantastic time, and remained totally oblivious to the unfolding events near by.
On Friday I jumped in the car and headed up to the mountains straight from work. He was still up when I arrived, and I got a rapturous greeting from him, with multiple hugs and kisses, and lots of showing me what he had been doing. In that week he had grown up again.
We got home again on Saturday evening, and it was lovely to have everyone together again.
Last week was the first time in almost 9 years that I have been home alone for more than an hour or two. It was quite a strange experience. Whilst it was lovely to be able to do what ever I wanted uninterrupted, it didn’t feel right. Despite the noise, and frequent chaos, I was glad to have everyone back.
Tell me, do you yearn for time on your own, or do you love the chaos around you?