I miss them both, my husband and son. I love them so, and it’s going to be lonely without them. Five weeks. Five whole weeks without them. That’s thirty-seven days; 53280 minutes; 888 hours.
I miss the shout of “…mom…” in the morning to let me know that he has awoken when I’m downstairs seems such a distant memory. It would have been great being there with them, enjoying the sun, white sandy beaches bathing in clear blue sea water, fresh seafood, homegrown organic fruits and vegetables, humour, and good company. Brendon plans to go fishing. How relaxing! The mineral bath! I’m reminiscing about the times that I have spent over the years holidaying around the island. The vibrant sound of reggae music. Sunrise and sunset. Oh the scenery. I’ve taken some beautiful photos of dusk and dawn. Jamaican people are very hospitable.
On Monday I dropped them off at Gatwick airport and left immediately, as I had to plan for several meetings this week. To arrive on time was not without its drama. Brendon was excited and becoming impatient. He normally gets into the car to wait as he thinks the strategy will speed me up. Yeh, right! OK, sometimes it works. Funnily enough my father was the same, isn't that strange? Anyhow, on the way I took a wrong turn at the roundabout and ended up going in the opposite direction towards a toll road. Yoiks! Luckily there was a slip road to which we were directed by staff at the check point. Things look different in the dark, particularly at that time of the morning. It was pitch black.
Anyhow, as I said I dropped them off and made my way back home. I was feeling a little flat in mood, and tired as I had very little sleep over the weekend, at the same time concentrating on the road as it can be quite tricky if you miss your turning. Once I straightened up onto the road back to London, I realised that I had been looking forward to this day for the past few weeks. I’m going to have all this time to myself. No football on television or noisy helicopter for five whole weeks. Yeh! I’ve got lots to do, I’m writing my book, developing my programme and a whole host of things to do within that time. Hopefully, I can organise the makeover that the house needs. It’s a tall order for five weeks. Let’s see what happens on the other side. I have set my goals and affirmations so there's no reason why I cannot succeed.
They called last night but I was on a call at the time. I didn't pick up the message until this afternoon. They called again this afternoon just as I returned from my meeting. It was great to hear their voices again.
I miss the shout of “…mom…” in the morning to let me know that he has awoken when I’m downstairs seems such a distant memory. It would have been great being there with them, enjoying the sun, white sandy beaches bathing in clear blue sea water, fresh seafood, homegrown organic fruits and vegetables, humour, and good company. Brendon plans to go fishing. How relaxing! The mineral bath! I’m reminiscing about the times that I have spent over the years holidaying around the island. The vibrant sound of reggae music. Sunrise and sunset. Oh the scenery. I’ve taken some beautiful photos of dusk and dawn. Jamaican people are very hospitable.
On Monday I dropped them off at Gatwick airport and left immediately, as I had to plan for several meetings this week. To arrive on time was not without its drama. Brendon was excited and becoming impatient. He normally gets into the car to wait as he thinks the strategy will speed me up. Yeh, right! OK, sometimes it works. Funnily enough my father was the same, isn't that strange? Anyhow, on the way I took a wrong turn at the roundabout and ended up going in the opposite direction towards a toll road. Yoiks! Luckily there was a slip road to which we were directed by staff at the check point. Things look different in the dark, particularly at that time of the morning. It was pitch black.
Anyhow, as I said I dropped them off and made my way back home. I was feeling a little flat in mood, and tired as I had very little sleep over the weekend, at the same time concentrating on the road as it can be quite tricky if you miss your turning. Once I straightened up onto the road back to London, I realised that I had been looking forward to this day for the past few weeks. I’m going to have all this time to myself. No football on television or noisy helicopter for five whole weeks. Yeh! I’ve got lots to do, I’m writing my book, developing my programme and a whole host of things to do within that time. Hopefully, I can organise the makeover that the house needs. It’s a tall order for five weeks. Let’s see what happens on the other side. I have set my goals and affirmations so there's no reason why I cannot succeed.
They called last night but I was on a call at the time. I didn't pick up the message until this afternoon. They called again this afternoon just as I returned from my meeting. It was great to hear their voices again.
We are so fortunate to be living in this day-and-age where the power of technology enables global communication. If it were in the earlier days before mobile phones we probably would not have communicated before their return.
What could you do if you had that free time all to yourself?
What could you do if you had that free time all to yourself?
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