This is what Pete said as we snuggled in under the duvet, in our own flat, on our own couch watching our own (very tiny) TV.
Our life can go back to its regularly scheduled monotony. I can’t wait.
However, as I stumbled into the house after a day of travelling that included three hours of fairly intense turbulence, 2 bouts of airplane toilet puking and about 1 million pissed-off London commuters, it felt oddly familiar. Odd in that I caught myself second-guessing my reflex actions. Is this actually the silverware drawer? Has Pete switched up food storage while I was away? And of course, it was and, he hasn’t. But while I was unpacking and putting my stuff away I was also tidying the kitchen and house, reasserting my place in our life and daily upkeep.
It was unconscious and completely fabulous!! I was exhausted and achey, but I was smiling and content.
Before the marvellous monotony sets in, I’m onto the business of an international Christmas. We are home this season but there are cards and packages to send off before the end of the week to ensure that the post office has plenty of time to re-route everything through Newfoundland.