I'm sitting on a bus with my three girls, on my way home, after having a lovely week with my Mother, my younger Sister and her husband. All in all it was a very chilled holiday and the first one I have had in 9 years. I've been to Ireland of course, but those were challenging trips. Not ones where I felt like I could truly relax.
The plan was to leave the house we had rented at 12, then get down to the coast to catch a bus at 1. When I got there at twenty past 12, I was told the bus was full. The next one would be at 4, but there is no connecting bus to my home town. So I made the decision to take a longer route home.
Travelling with a high energy 6 year old, who is not used to being cooped up, is not the easiest.
I understand of course, I'd much rather be outside myself. But there was no other way. So we head in the opposite direction, which makes no sense, but in order to get home, I have to travel that way. Getting a bus to go up the mountains, then back the direction we came from , just so we can come back down again. Yes my head is aching too! Plus its 38 degrees Celsius. So I'm feeling quite hot.
We get dropped off at the bus stop and get our tickets. I buy me and the girls some cold drinks. Managing to find coconut water for myself, which I'm very happy about. I open the lid, to find a silver film over the top. I decide to use my teeth to rip off the
silver film. Yes I'm that kind of gal!
( At least the view is nice)
But I get more than I bargained for, when I end up chipping one of my top front teeth. Now I'm looking a bit too wild, for my liking.
I take a deep breath and try to shrug it off, I mean looks aren't everything. But this is not a small chip, damn.
I was already feeling a bit wobbly, when I woke up this morning. As today is the birthday, of my sister who passed away and to be honest, travelling is the last thing I wanted to do. But my mum and younger sis are in the same boat as me. Although their travels have went a lot smoother, than mine.
My connemara heart rock, gifted to me by my sister, quite a few years back.
My sis would have loved being on holiday with us all, she was always the life and soul of any party. I still had a wonderful time, but I really feel her absence when I'm with my family. You know that feeling, when something is really missing in your life.
So yeah, I'm sitting on the bus, experiencing quite mixed emotions. Trying to keep my girls happy and keep on smiling as we make this journey home. Whilst all the while feeling like I could just bawl my eyes out.
I'm just having one of those days.
