It is madness. This is not an exaggeration. You know what the week before you go on holiday is like? Running around like crazy trying to get things done before you go? Well, imagine times a hundred…There is so much to do, I can’t sleep because I know I will never manage it all. The movers packed the furniture but I am packing personal things. Mine and that of my kids. Getting rid of things I don’t want or need, making sure the house is ready for the potential tenants, cancelling utilities, sorting out the bank and credit cards…it is endless.
Rather foolishly, I left my jabs for the last minute so it means that in between all of this I am having to run around to get the jabs done hoping I don’t get a sore arm because I can’t afford to have a day off.
Clever son graduated from Glasgow so I spent 3 days there. Before getting to Glasgow I thought about those 3 days away the week before leaving on my trip and how it was a luxury that I wasn’t sure I could afford, I kept thinking about the things left to do in my very long list. Once I got there though, I was glad to have a break where there was nothing I could do but sit back and enjoy the celebrations. It gave me the chance to take a step back and I realised I had been so involved with the trip preparations that I had forgotten to breathe.