Boring!

Seven in the morning, bleary eyed and coffee in hand I am congratulating myself on having packed my husband’s lunch, made the children’s breakfast, checked and caught up on the emails and set a load of washing going.
In little under an hour’s time I will be taking my eldest son to the station to catch his train to university. How dreadfully fast his visit seems to have gone. It is a bitter sweet moment when you realise your child has their own life to live but if being a mother for the past twenty years has taught me anything it is that you must allow your child to live that life. So, I will wipe the tears and wave my eldest son off at the station. There are another four children a husband and my eldest daughter’s husband to be, back home, and they all need caring for and feeding. This brings me to the other challenge of the day. The weekly trip to the supermarket! As much as I dislike this job it remains a necessary part of being a mother. That is until I find the energy to dig up the farm and plant enough food to feed all eight of us...no, gone off that idea already. The supermarket trip doesn’t feel quite so daunting anymore. So dear friends, until later, I am away to the shower and then off to be a good mother. x