The past few days have been a little surreal to say the least. (Read this post if you’re just coming in now). The Mothership and I are plodding along as normal as possible. It’s like she’s here but not really here, if that makes sense.
We’ve talked at length about the overall strangeness of the situation. How, we could say, her feelings are a bit on hold because she doesn’t quite believe it. It all feels a bit dream-like.
Mum was supposed to be here for three weeks but it became quite evident that it was just too long. I feel for her, I really do. I mean, what an impossible situation. Her heart is being pulled in two directions, just another victim of ex-pat living. On Monday I made calls to the airline who were absolutely amazing to deal with. Alas, flights have been changed and she leaves earlier than intended but still with enough time to stock up on a years supply of baby cuddles.
We always knew Australia was far. Maybe too far. But it feels a bit like it could be in another galaxy at the moment. I think the sense of being removed from the situation is proving really difficult for both of us.
All we can hope to do during this time is to walk around the lake, enjoy the children and each other. I don’t want to get all “life is too short” on you…
BUT, I GUESS I’D SAY
Appreciate all the little things. There is beauty in the ordinary and memories in everyday”.