As a child when something was making you sad or hurting you, then the first person you ran to was mum, well as a child I did anyway. When you get older and life gets tough, then mum's house is still the best place to go for an understanding ear, a hug and reassurance that life will be fine.
Hence why I drove for almost four hours today to that safe haven called mum's house for a hug and some quiet contemplative time to sort out where I'm going and what I'm doing in my life. I left all the boys home to look after themselves, they're now big enough and ugly enough to do so.
The invitation to come with me was there, hubby included, but I must admit I didn't offer it up with much enthusiasm. My desire to read, write and relax probably wasn't too enticing to them and that's fine with me. I think they know that sometimes mum needs to escape to the country for a restorative weekend.
My aim is to get all the edits finished on my book, enter it into the writing competition for which entries close Tuesday and get the next one started. I also need to get all of my plans written down for what I want and how I'm going to do it.
Sadly, the weather is going to be raining and miserable, so perfectly conducive to staying tucked up inside and writing.
I saw my gorgeous niece briefly this afternoon, can't believe how much she's grown. Just to prove that I'm not a totally reclusive and unsociable person, I plan on spending the afternoon watching the football grand final at my little bro's house tomorrow afternoon whilst slurping on a few vodka jelly shots. There's something about jelly shots and my brothers house that just seem to go together.
So now I'm off to write, write and write some more. Hope you're having a relaxing weekend too.