So, how was it for you?
The summer holidays are nearly over. As I have confessed previously, I have mixed emotions. I feel both relief and sadness. It has been brilliant but hard bloody work. I don’t need to explain it, do I? My patience was tested (and in the main failed….) but my girls are extraordinary humans. Parenthood huh?
But the real story is that it has been a tale of two halves. Or maybe it is the tale of two cities.
The first part of the school holidays was a little bit of a fantasy. A bit ‘Sex in the City’. A lot like my life before children, of a life of figure hugging clothes and handbags (yes plural), exercise after work, meeting for coffee, eating out SPONTANEOUSLY!!!!!! Not true life, not real life, not really my life but it was me for a brief time, and I did enjoy myself.
I was in London on – let’s call it – a special assignment (indulge me, come on!) I was working for three weeks. It was a good opportunity for me personally and I gave up any chance of a holiday to take it. And even when I was so close to two strange males on the tube it could have been coital I was enjoying myself (did that sound right?). It was all done without little people and a lot like living a life remembered. I was a thinner, sleeker, punctual, less harassed version of me. I was brighter and more carefree (less careless) and yet, more earnest.
For a time I was in the spotlight. I had an amazing chance to showcase my talents, for the first time in an awfully long time. That’s right, everyone look at me!!
Well, when were you last in any photos? When did you last call your parents with news other than what your offspring has done? It is all about them isn’t it? And I agree, they are more beautiful, far cuter, twice as interesting, than us, than me! But I am not sure I am ready to blend in to the background just yet. I want and need to still grow as a person. My personal journey has legs girlfriends and in that respect divorce has forced my hand in to reinventing me. So, watch this space!
And then the school holidays started properly. My girls landed back home from a holiday with their father, with a bang. There were exploding suitcases and long brown legs everywhere. The house was instantly transformed to the hectic, messy, colourful and energetic home it usually is. The way it should be.
But I was ready and de-cluttered physically and emotionally and ready for my babies to return. I missed their kind of crazy.
So how was it for me? Brilliant.