Mojo xxx

For a while there I lost my mojo. It’s not quite back, but getting there with the help of a delicious sunshine holiday with my little family. 

So to get back in the swing of things let me relay to you Harry’s dream from Thursday night. 

It went a little something like this, 

We were fishing as a family, the four of us (something we are yet to do). 

A shark pulled me in and I banged my head on a rock and got brain damage (yikes). 

So they took me to a nearby bar, which was Daddy’s idea (urm, okay). 

They gave me a drink and I remembered Ollie and Dad but not Harry (are we talking Pina Colada or a shot of some kind?)

So they got a fire extinguisher and put it in my mouth (not liking the sound of this) and then dad freeze dried a bra and wore it ( wondering if Harry has seen the stag do photos).

This made me laugh and then I remembered Harry.

I asked Harry if this was a nightmare but apparently it’s just an everyday dream! Blimey, maybe this is an ADHD thing?!

So when I say I’d lost my mojo here is an example from the morning of our going on holibobs. 

Just for the record I’m usually quite organised, I didn’t say sensible, organised. 

I’d had very little sleep when the alarm went off at 03:45. 

The twins were amazing, they got dressed and out the door with no back chat or grumbling or even getting in the way. 

It wasnt until we were on some A road leading to the airport that I realised the parking was registered to my previous car registration. At this point I was already feeling a bit pukey. The internet signal was shocking so I had to try a fair few times to change the reg over after first retrieving the relevant email and website. I told the boys I was stressed and asked them to cross their fingers to give me luck and it seemed to work. 

The TomTom then decided to take us to the wrong area and Lee had to sweet talk a parking attendant to let us out without paying so we could get to the right area. It worked, maybe he was picturing Lee in a freeze dried bra?!

We’d paid the extra, talking double, to be in the attached multi storey, but building works meant we still had to walk what felt like 3 miles so Silver parking would have been better. Not good for arthritic knees on a cold and frosty morning. 

Somehow we managed to check in fine and again the boys couldn’t have been more helpful. 

We went and grabbed a picnic breakfast and luckily Lee decided to check the board only to see that our gate was closing. There had been no announcements. 

We ran! 

It was far and there were so many steps so I gestured to the boys to run on ahead and halt the plane.

Luckily a cabin crew member had been sick so things were running behind. There was another group of stragglers. 

We had to wait for the shuttle bus to be sent back which gave me time to throw up three times. I told the boys to say I was suffering with anxiety if anyone asked. I was pretty sure it was food poisoning from my tandoori prawns and nothing contagious at this point. 

We managed to get on the plane, all three boys really taking care of me and Lee stuffing a sick bag in my hand. I held it in with all my might because I didn’t want to be made to get off the plane but it was a close call. 

We took off and things settled down only for Lee to be sat next to and in front of some serious snorers and us behind someone eating a banana which they should get an ASBO for! 

The holiday was delicious. The sun shone for the majority of the time and the storm was fun. Not like the one in Tenerife which was washing cars away. 

We swam, laughed, played games, ate yummy food, well apart from Ollie who decided to become a serious germaphobe and would not eat from the buffet. The chef had to bring freshly opened tortilla chips for lunch and dinner (Ollie can’t eat gluten and didn’t like the freshly prepared gf pizzas, pastas and deserts he made for him) and was not impressed! We had to ask though because buying Pringles from the shop for every meal was bankrupting us. 

The boys made friends with Preston and Charlie who were the same kind of weird as them and got up to some holiday mischief. 

Harry made friends with Mark who he adored. Mark had been treated to the holiday for his 60th birthday by his beautiful wife. They were a very fun couple and I think Harry will continue to miss Mark for quite a while longer. Harry asked me if it was weird that he wanted Mark to be his best friend. Of course it isn’t! When you meet someone who just gets you and really sees you it’s a special thing and that isn’t defined by age. Plus I got to spend time with Sharon, his missus. who was a dancing queen, beautiful soul and had a revitalising energy. 

The holiday did us so much good and brought us all back together. 

On the way back it was a different story and the return was very smooth. Everything went as planned and better and I grabbed Lees knee and told him we’d got our mojo back. Not really what he wanted when he was trying to concentrate on the road. 

We’ve brought a bit of the sun back for you from Fuerteventura. 

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxxx