Day 76.....packing for NYC and 'Slipping through my fingers'

Day 76.....packing for NYC and 'Slipping through my fingers'

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

I was up early yesterday morning, to join in with a world meditation for Peace. It was happening at 11.11 GMT which meant I had to Rise and Shine before 6am to get some coffee into me to prevent me nodding off instead of meditating.
I spent around 5o mins quietly sending out healing to the world and I do think that the time was well-spent. I was able to wake Ali, fully awake and I even went out to rake the leaves and mow the lawn before I went to the library to 'work'
I had to have a shower post-gardening because it was hot and very green work-lol.
The library was hot and sunny and my eyes were burning, wanting to go to sleep. I kept having to shift position, send a text, check an email, to prevent myself from nodding off and joining 'snoring man' who had taken up residence in the chair behind me.
I was well ready for my lunch at 3.30 and a quick chat with Ali before she headed round for work.
After dinner, I had to make a quick trip to the drug store because we had forgotten that travel-sickness pills were required for todays long journey to NYC.
Returning home, we got stuck into the task of double checking outfits and I was eventually allowed to pack the case. Hopefully the outfits will all stay rolled together as packed.
We did manage to get 4-5 hrs sleep each before the alarm went off at 0400-yuk. But, in holiday-mode, we managed to get out the door at 5.05 to walk down to the school for 5.30.
Walking back home (I only stayed long enough for her to connect with her friends) I was aware of how proud I am of all three of my kids. Yesterday, watching the Abba video of 'Slipping through my fingers', I felt all of my inadequacies as a mother resurface and the guilt that goes with that. En-route to the school this morning, Alison banned me from watching the video whilst she was away and her retort to my feelings about not being a good enough mother
'We're all fine' mum.'
Bless her cotton sox.
And so I watched the Meryl Streep version when I got home and cried yet again......but that's okay. Some days (or couple of days) you just need a wee cry (or three)
Much love to all,
Lxx