Hrmm ...

You know, for a girl who's flying home tonight, I'm feeling surprisingly flat :(

There may very well be several factors contributing to this that rate a mention ...

The state of near hysteria with which we left K at his grandparents last night ... sobbing, tears, promises to be a good boy if he could come with us, the suggestion that he could sit on my knee on the plane so he didn't take up another seat, his terror we're both going to die in a plane crash, his concern we're going to be the whole length of NZ away from him and we might forget to come back, the threat to hold on to the towbar of the car so we couldn't leave ... all stuff guaranteed to make a parent forget that they're s'posed to be enjoying going away and instead make them feel about two inches tall ...

(Something both the MOTH and I forgot to take into our calculations last weekend was that the MOTH had been away for a week, then K only got to spend two hours with his father before we left him with his grandparents for the week and we came home. Now the MOTH and I are going away again, and he's never spent that long away from his dad before.)

S was fine ... she gave the MOTH five hugs (one for each day) and ten kisses (one for the morning and one for bed time) ... all I got was a quick hug, a smile and "see you on Tuesday !" ...

And this morning, driving into the carpark at work, I scraped the passenger's door down a concrete pillar pulling into my park :( It's not major - nothing that a cut and polish won't fix - but it's not exactly contributing to my feeling of "all's well with the world" !!

Roll on 4.30pm !!!!!