Stuart and I adore having the family around. Our kitchen table really is the epicentre of everything. You name it, it’s discussed or sorted here. Work, holidays, celebrations, commiserations, awful ex-boyfriends (don’t go there!), school trips. Everything. Most of all, I love it that they all feel they can come back to us and just share their lives.
Change is in the air though. With elderly parents and grown-up kids to take care of, not to mention, a growing clan of grandkids, I get very little time for myself. My antiques business has ticked along nicely over the years, but maybe now’s the time to take it to the next level. With Stuart retiring earlier than expected he’ll be around a lot more, too. I’d love to spend more time with him. I can’t keep running things myself. Maybe I need to find a safe pair of hands?
Plus, with my poor mum passing away recently, I’m dealing with issues I never thought I’d have to. (‘Deed of Variation’ anyone? Exactly. Sometimes I feel anxious and I admit a little teary, but I’m sure it will all work out. I love being the mother hen with my clucking brood all around me – but there never seems to be a quiet moment.
Juggling this. Juggling that. But that's just life, isn't it?