Nojomo 22. in The season for arachnids. Autumn 2016

Day 2 of being on the sofa. Today I’ve sorted out the big pile of post that’s been collecting for the past several months… Most of it went into the recycling, I’ve got a couple of Medicins Sans Frontiers dispatches magazines to read and filed the important stuff. I did drop the girls off a bit early for school today, accidentally. It was only when we got in the car that i realised we were 20 minutes early! But our suburb was built in an optimistic 1970s that considered walking to be the future so footpath routes to places are far more direct than roads. The school is slap bang in the middle of the footpaths and not easily accessible by road except in the school car park. Dropping them off there would be far too early so we went with plan b.

I dropped the girls off in the car park of our local Tiny Tesco and watched them walk off in the direction of school.

I have this achey, empty feeling in my belly. I know that I have to let go, I know I do, but watching them leave together and not knowing, for sure, that they made it. I mean, I know they did but I find it hard to let go I guess. This is something I really need to work on, taking deep breaths and letting them take more responsibility… Of course, when I call the school and let them know I’ll be back tomorrow I’ll check they’re there too....

Can you hear the helicopter blades whirring above my head??