Sunday fun day.....

I love Sundays. Well, I love Friday's too.. who wouldn't? It signals the end of another busy week. Usually the weekend for us means choofing kids from pillar to post and this weekend has been no different. Though today came with a nice surprise. I'm on my own! And anyone with a busy household such as mine will come to quickly realise that this means a day of joy.

MOTH (Man of the house) has disappeared down south for the night to visit his mother. No. 1 son is still in Europe (more on him in a moment.. what an ordeal!) No. 2 is out and about with a friend, probably eating breakfast at Hungry Jacks as we speak - apparently my pantry and fridge hold no 'yummy' stuff to eat.. he's sick of cereal, fruit and toast lol. No. 3 is also out with another friend at his house - they plan on going to the skate park and he will come back exhausted as usual and no 4. stayed overnight at my good friends house - she took her and her two kids to a party last night and he slept over. Happy days!

I hope I didn't give anyone the wrong idea about what I was planning to do in regards to food in my last post. There was no binging involved at all. I don't think I could anyway with the way this band of mine is running. I seem to get full so quickly that if I decide to have something from the 'naughty' basket my options are limited lol. Which is a damn good thing!

I, like many of you, have binged in the past. OMG when I think about the amount of crap I would put away it makes me blush. Not so this time. I did break out of the mould a little though. MOTH and I went to our closest friends house yesterday (she's one of the rare people that know about my band) and after asking first, she put a slice of home made custard tart in front of me. I had a coffee (first) then a small slice of tart and that was me done. I also had two handfuls of bbq chips, 6 Ritz crackers with a little dip, tried to eat 2 slices of toast (managed one and gave the other to MOTH) and snuck in a chocolate bar there somewhere, (all of this is spaced out over the day as well as trying to fit in my 'healthy stuff') and I think that was it. I just couldn't break out fully if I wanted to. I promised myself no guilt and that's exactly how it went. I ate what I ate and today...... well, I am back to doing what I was before. I have no urge to eat any more rubbish. I think this whole "eat well all week and have one day off' thing might actually have something to it. I am back focusing on the big picture - to keep those scales putt-putting down.

So back to my son. As you all know (but had probably forgotten lol) he's still in Europe. Well, I was on facebook the other night and there was this message. He was ill. Now, he and the kids he's with on the contiki tour (they were doing this as part as their three month travelling plans) have laid the ears back bigtime with the drink. Typical 19 year olds drinking until they can't drink any more. So he thought he was badly hungover. Apparently not.

He popped up on the chat and it turns out he was just plain unwell. I think his immune system was down due to partying hard. We ended up getting him to call us here (he was in Italy - by himself after cancelling the rest of the tour) and he was distressed. I swear, that has to be the worst feeling in the world as a mother. Not being able to get to your child when they are sick. He's half a world away and both MOTH and I were feeling very helpless. Anyway we managed to talk him through it and he ended up seeing a doctor at a free clinic. Trouble is, no-one spoke any English and he's totally alone in a foreign country where everything is unfamiliar and it was scary. In the end his travel insurance came through and this lovely female doctor travelled a great deal of miles to get to him and send him on the road to recovery.

He managed to sort himself further and book a flight to Germany (back to his great Uncle and Aunts house) catch numerous taxis and 6 hours + later he was back where, at least while not his true home, he feels somewhat more comfortable. He's currently recuperating in Germany with his Great Aunt fussing around him making him chicken soup etc. He did say in another call last night he feels lonely. He speaks passable German but there is still a lot of communication problems. It just amazes me - this 19 year old kid of mine is an international flyer. He is so much more braver than me: I would have crumbled and whithered away with fright and here he is sorting things completely on his own, flying from country to country while feeling as sick as a dog. I have such admiration for him.

Which brings me to telling you there is both a happy and not so happy ending to the story. The bad is that he's had enough of travelling. Due to being so sick and stuck on a bunky bus in the middle of nowhere travelling to such countries as Prague and Paris and Florence etc he managed to miss quite a few countries as he sat shivering deathly ill in the back of the bus (where were the bloody idiots who run these tours, I ask you!!) He feels upset that he missed places he so badly wanted to see. I feel upset for him because, well, it's not every day you get to travel to so many beautiful places and it now means his extended plans to go to the US and stay in Germany over Xmas are finished with. (I still suspect he might change his mind when feeling more like himself but as of now: he's adamant he's done.)

The up side is hes coming back home on the original date he was supposed to. So as of the 29th of November, my darling son is back home. Whooo. It means he's now here for Christmas and all his plans have changed. Though he never got to see snow either which he's also bummed out about. We were on the net last night again on facebook chatting and both of us were looking up the weather in Germany and the UK in November (where he's flying to again once better.. to finish the trip) and there's a 50/50 chance he might see some. Not sure of his chances though.

I guess that's it from me today. I plan on doing...well, nothing much! I have a quiet house and I'm pretty much all caught up on any jobs need doing.. so from me.. Happy Sunday.

Cara xx