It's a good thing to go away - it makes you view the everyday with new eyes. It's easy to get "house blind" to all the good and not-so-good things at home:
- The house is cluttered. After spending nearly four weeks in the near-hotel that my brother's house is, all our junk is a little overwhelming. I feel some decluttering coming on.
- The dog is furrier and fatter than I remember him. But he is much more interactive than cats and I missed him more than I thought I would.
- I love being able to look out the window. Whilst my brother's house is light and airy, it has no view. I like to watch the world go by (yes, I am a stick-beak).
- The ocean is loud at night-time. But it smells lovely.
- I really like hot showers. My brother's hot water was set to luke-warm to stop toddlers (which they don't have) from burning themselves. Ours is nice and HOT. But I much preferred their swanky new shower-heads over the pissy flow that comes from ours. Bring on a new bathroom (a girl can dream!).
- I enjoyed spending time with my brother and his partner. Too often our visits are hurried and rushed. We had time to catch up, listen to daggy 80's music, watch musicals and go out to eat and drink. Noice.
- I hate noisy neighbours. I loved coming home to the empty house next door. Until this afternoon when a bunch of p-platers in what appears to be their first share house moved in. Not happy Jan...
- I missed my hubby. Not his lists of things to do or his laundry. But chatting with him about the mundane-ness of our days, bouncing ideas off him, watching TV snuggled up with him.
- I totally missed homeschooling and being with my kids. I didn't miss their laundry, or reminding them to do things around the house, but I missed being with them, discussing things, interacting with them. I am soooo lucky that I get to do that.
Mount Iron-more still awaits me. I need to go grocery shopping. The kids need to go the dentist. The dog needs brushing and washing. All these things do not magically disappear. But it is good to be home again and enjoying my family.