Ah London... I'm still trying to process it all. How can I love a place so much that has NOTHING to do with my real life? How can I be so happy and content in two places? In London, I am single (as in unattached to kids and a husband and able to make my own decisions - NOT as in single looking for hook up!). I am completely free and I love it. At home I have a wonderful husband and a terrific family and I love it too. It is almost like I have split personalities, except my personality is the same in both places. Maybe I mean I have a double life? I don't know. Maybe I am reading too much into the whole thing. Maybe I should just say I had fun and I can't wait to go again.
So here are some final points about my trip
• Made my goal of 600 pints! Woo Hoo!
• Scone count = 0. Seriously!!! I couldn't find one on any menu or in any bakery. I guess they are out of fashion. But really, no scones???
• Flying first class on an international flight is going to get it's own blog post. It was an experience all itself. I don't know if I will ever be able to fly coach internationally again. Let me sum it up this way. I've been poor and I've sat with rich people. Sitting with rich people is better.
• Bought much more stuff than I expected to buy including enough European sunscreen to take a bath in.
• Loved being in a walking city. I didn't worry about the calories in the pints and Maltesers because I had walked all day long. Like tennis, I would rather just get exercise in the things I like doing, rather spending hours in a stupid gym.
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My first full day back was just awful. I mean it ranks up there in the top 30 Worst Days Ever. It started at 9:00 a.m. with three calls that began with the phrase "Oh, glad you are back..." then went on to the million things I have committed to do.
Then came an issue with Cole that required taking him to the doctor and lots of worrying by me.
Luke faked being sick so that he could come home from school. Of course, I was at the doctor with Cole, so Gary had to get Luke.
Gary informed me that my trip to the Inspired Artist Workshop in May is in jeopardy because he has to go to a golf tournament in North Carolina.
Cole's teacher called to tell me that he has failed a test both the first and second time that he took it. Also, he is failing to turn in assignments. This means that I am going to have to take a more active role in his classes so that he will get his butt in gear.
All this with jet lag and about 2 hrs of sleep after 24 hours of traveling. I ended up crying in bed with covers over my head!
I'm supposed to go from breakfast in bed every day to this??? Can't I just ease back into things?
Anyway today is better and I have lots of photos, videos and memories to get me through the rough spots - like this photo of my last night in London. It was taken in a beautiful pub at Liverpool Street Station.
Steve, Mark and Holly. Miss them. Miss the pubs. Miss the pints.
Oh, love the post title, I started singing in my head as soon as I saw it!
I just bought lemon poppyseed scones from my local grocery. You should have some! :)
Sorry about your crappy day! That sucks! And you MUST come to Inspired! Oh, my fingers are crossed for you!!! I will even bring you lemon poppyseed scones.... :)
Posted by: Cameron | April 09, 2009 at 10:07 PM