Firstly, thank you for your good wishes on my previous post. I’ve a lot of catching up to do…
Now, I’m not going to get too deep and meaningful here about life balances, making time for yourself and so on, but having a few days completely away from my usual life has been BRILLIANT. Before I left, I’d had niggling anxieties about the journey and about being away from the children, David and home (daft, I know); I was exhausted and fretful from making sure everyone would be ok and that everything was organised in my absence. But, as soon as we arrived at our friend’s house and stepped out into the glorious sunshine, well, all my cares melted away. I actually felt physically lighter, the worries disappeared and I felt properly relieved, and incredibly happy.
The sunshine (beautiful and hot), the air (clean and clear), the smell (delicious and herby), the atmosphere (peaceful and relaxed), the house and garden (huge and fabulous), the company (kind and generous) – it was all utterly marvellous. I had five days of lazing about, sunbathing, reading, swimming, a little exploring, lots of chatting and laughing, and not a lot else. Perfect. A big part of what made it so lovely was that we were staying with our friend. She picked us up from the airport, drove us around, took us to great places that we probably wouldn’t have found if we’d been visiting on our own, and she thoroughly looked after us. It was such a treat.
And now I’m home. Back to the hustle and bustle of daily family life. The children were absolutely fine. Of course they were. We missed each other and time apart has made us (them) appreciate each other (me) that little bit more. Bonus! I feel restored and reinvigorated, raring to go, and I’ll never forget my five wonderful days in Andalusia.