Earlier in the week I was on the phone to my Mum, chatting normally, talking about the next time we would see each other. She has a busy few weeks away coming up so it meant we would probably catch up in a month’s time. One minute I was fine, talking about how Rob was going away for all of this week and the next I was crying. I got off the phone from her and burst into tears into Rob’s shoulder like one of our little girls. I was home sick for Sydney. I missed my girlfriends. I was lonely. I was nervous about the week ahead. I was premenstrual.
The next morning Mum called me to say she was coming to stay for 2 nights. And she did. And it was marvellous. We drank tea. Sat in front of the fire. Rolled a few bottles of Prosecco. Watched Masterchef. And she put the baby to bed for me. Mum’s are the best.
We had to head out this morning before she left and when we got back these two little pretties were sitting on my hall table with a note thanking us for having her. Mum, thank YOU for coming and keeping me company. And for everything that you do. All the time. I love you.