When we eventually landed last night without any mishap, retrieved our luggage and hired a car, I visited the wash-room knowing it was going to be at least another hour before we’d be home.
I honestly didn’t think I was gone that long but this is what greeted me when I existed. There was not a single person in the terminal. How funny is THAT after all the terminals we’d been in over the last week with all those people, lol!
Fortunately the weather was kind to us with it being a very good drive home but still, it was an hour. As it’s been said many times over, a picture is worth a thousand words so when we were finally walking through our front door a little past midnight last night, this pretty much summed up how we felt. Note the saying!
That was at least until Miss Ten came crashing into our arms and like a miracle, both Hubby and I were awake as anyone two people could possibly be as Miss Ten gave us over a week’s supply of cuddles, making up for our time away. My Darling Girl didn’t let go of me for over an hour – how special did I feel?! 🙂
Master Twelve gave it his best shot falling asleep though just as we landed, still in his cadets uniform, as he was when he crawled into bed with me this morning. Even though he’s now at middle school and almost at eye level with me, it’s still more than a tad nice when he comes in for a cuddle of a morning. It’s good.
Almost as good as how much one can fit into their cabin luggage. Please note my candle holding pottery houses (that’s our Estonian hotel – The Three Sisters by the way) which arrived in one piece. Yes, applause is more than acceptable – instructions will follow in due course, lol!
Someone once remarked to me in the most snooty of tones as to how could I possibly NOT know how much luggage I’d bring back with me from holidays. Huh? Perhaps if I was doing the conventional holiday I’d know but really, how often does the Average Jo go to Estonia, lol?! 😉
But for now it’s back into reality at full throttle with my fifth load of washing just completed with three more loads at least waiting for me, bags unpacked, two children upstairs completely hyper following a day at home with their mum, and my mind racing as to what meals I’ll be preparing for the next few days.
Holiday, what holiday, it’s nothing but a blur… “mum, how much longer?”