18 Days of Summer #10 – Happy 21st Birthday Jacob
Today was a day of mixed emotions, we were celebrating my brothers 21st birthday, and going back home from our stay at Nana and Grandad’s. We had to be up early and head out to church, it’s further to travel from my Mum’s and James was on Kids team so had to be there an hour and a half early. My Dad packed half of our things into his car so that when we traveled back home in the evening we’d have room for everything. The girls had only packed summer dresses (my fault for not checking) so had brought things in two shifts earlier in the week. My wonderful Mum had helped me get straight with our mountainous washing whilst we were there too, so we had lots to take home.
The children all needed baths, so that was a quick job and hair was put into dutch-braided pigtails with a zigzag parting. Nice and neat, meant that they could have curly hair later.
We all chilled out whilst James was setting up the kids room in the baby area upstairs at church. I’ve said in a previous Sunday post has cosy the baby area is.
After church, we headed back to my parents (after dropping off some things at home) and we all hung out with family before Jacob’s birthday meal. The children love hanging out with my extended family and my brothers and sisters always spoil them with affection and gifts when they can. My Nan and Grandad came, my two brothers came, my sister (Auntie Jenny), my cousin, family friends, as you can imagine, it was a bit of a houseful.
I started having panic attacks about all we had to do. James packed up the car, my brother looked after Eden. The children ran riot for a while. The girls asked to speak to their Mum for the first time. I guess 10 days is a long time to be away. We tried calling but couldn’t get through, we would try again tomorrow.
We got home, debated what to do tomorrow, decided that travelling down Bank Holiday with a weather warning would be foolish, and James rebooked himself on the National Express for the following day, and a train down to Worthing from London. I felt better about this and planned a rest day for tomorrow so that I’m fresh to drive down on Tuesday nice and early. Also, we have to organise and pack the car properly. Travelling with so many children is very stressful.
Looking forward to my rest day tomorrow. Anyone else driven the length of the country with four children 8 and under on their own? Any tips? They will be greatly appreciated.