Jiggety jig. Always a bit of a trek to get back: long queues at the flight check-in, and at security, and then I had to queue again with all the other forgetful eejits waiting to have bags re-checked, because I'd left a tube of UHU glue in my hand luggage.
But it has been a half-term and a half.
I do feel tired, but definitely not down.
It was so good having him back with us for three days. I know it meant such a lot to his mum as well, and she really seems to be on mend now.
The time flew by: it was a bit of a whirlwind, but a very uplifting one. Even the unrelenting rain and grey gloom couldn't change that.
I didn't allow myself to feel too sad when he left - as I've said before, it was an unexpected bonus, and the kids have also just picked up where they left off.
His fleeting visit already feels like a bit of a dream, but one that's left me feeling quite focussed on the next few months which I'm happy about, because I know I've let things slip.
I am very good at starting stuff, and not so hot at seeing it through. Exercise is a perfect example: the kettle bell workouts I was doing a few times a week have dwindled to a big fat zero and slinked down the side of my blog; I haven't been running for ages; and after six months my 'comfort eating' excuse is wearing thin.
Being away from home for a spell does help to concentrate the mind though - or maybe it was spending time with my two slim, fit younger sisters who are both studying to be personal trainers. Yes, BOTH of them, can you believe it? Part of me feels inspired, the other part wants to hide in a corner with a bag of Doritos.
Anyway I had a good long think about it all on the way back home and I am going to take a leaf out of their book and try harder. I have some extra motivation to get into better shape too, because I've decided to take the kids to France in the summer holidays, and quite honestly I don't want to feel like a flump when I'm there.
Time to put the batteries back in the bathroom scales.