In three days time, I will be flying off on holiday. Without any - ANY - of my children. For the first time in about fifteen years.
I haven't given it much thought, but as the day grows nearer I'm starting to feel a bit anxious. Not particularly about how they will be while I'm gone - they'll be on holiday with their dad... just the thought of not seeing them for ten days! Ten days.
They go to their dad's every weekend for 48 hours. If they are back late or stay over for another night it feels weird. I miss them loads. I wonder what they are doing etc. I can't imagine not seeing them for ten days.
So, I have to stop worrying. They will be fine. I will be fine. We will all have a fabulous time. It will fly past and before we know it we will all be back to our usual lives as if this holiday never happened.
In the mean time I will be lying on here (the beach where we are staying):
Pottering around here (Alghero):
Eating the odd nibble here:
So, needless to say. I think I'll cope.
