My husband and I have been staying at a lovely bed and breakfast in a foreign land, and I’ve been too busy to write. Every morning we are awoken before dawn as the aromas of fresh brewing coffee, sausages, and fried potatoes with peppers and onions waft up to our loft. We turn up the heat on our electric blanket and snuggle against the chill morning air. Our minds hover between sleeping and waking, and we nearly forget where we are until…
“Bye, Mom.” Slam! (door one) and slam! (door two). Granddaughter #1 is off to school. I lay in bed for awhile longer, wondering how long I can play dead. I creep downstairs and find my daughter savoring her first cup of coffee and a moment of peace before granddaughter #2 needs to get up and get ready for school. Another lunch is packed (that makes three per day for her hubby and the girls), school folder is checked one last time, and daughter heaves a sigh of relief that nothing was missed this time, no brownies she was unaware of are expected today. This time.
My husband and I have been a part of this busy family’s life all week, the trips to school, the grocery shopping, swim practice, gymnastics, volunteer work at school (I was the guest teacher for the art appreciation lesson this morning!), my daughter’s orchestra rehearsal for their Christmas concert, cooking for a busy family and figuring out how to jiggle schedules to make them work and to get everyone where they need to be on time. I’m not really a part of this. I’m just an observer and a tag-along, but I’m amazed at how it all seems to work, though it wears me out just to watch sometimes. Did I really work that hard when I was a young mom?
The rest of my kids come tomorrow and we’ll all be together for this Thanksgiving holiday, talk about something to be thankful for! It will be a boisterous time full of laughter and stories and fabulous food. I have not spent a minute working on my novel and feel absolutely no guilt about it. This family time is infinitely more important. And short.
Before I know it, we will be back home and back to our routine. It will seem too quiet for awhile for my husband and me, but then I will return to my writing and my responsibilities, and life goes on. But for right now, I’m enjoying my time in this foreign land where there is never a dull moment. I used to live in this land once, you know.