I'm depressed. I've just said goodbye to my Sister and her kids after a wonderful Christmas and New Year together. They live about a 14 hour drive away, or a 2 hour flight, if you can be stuffed doing the 2 hour drive to Brisbane and then fluffing about at the airport with small kids. Anyways, we catch up when we can, and it's great. And then it's sad.
Saying goodbye to family is always tough. I wish we lived closer. I wish they lived closer. Moving is not an option for either of us. The kids seem to handle it fine. Elsie is pleased to be home and not have to share anything, and they are excited to get home too. It's us Mums that are the sad ones, including my Mum (their Nanna) too. I'm so lucky my Mum lives where I am, about 5 mins drive away. Anyways, it's all a story for another time. I'm just going to wallow for a few days - made even more difficult since I will be back at work tomorrow - and then life will go on.
We will do more trips soon. Now that the kids are getting older, things will be that little bit easier.
Ho hum.
Frankly, Michelle.
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