You know we all think about the days when our kids grow up and leave. Some of us think about it with sadness and even fear, and some get to the point when they are looking forward to finally having some time to themselves. Let me just say, "time to ourselves" is just an illusion!

I have 3 grown kids all in relationships, all married (at the moment), and one nearly 15yo son left at home with me. My oldest daughter just got married again after 7 years as a divorced single parent. She is also pregnant and lives on the other side of the country from me. So 3 weeks ago I just on a plane and spend 6 hours wedged in a seat next to a 'very nice man' who spent the whole time stuffing tissues up his nose (OMG!!) and snorting. My son blindly oblivious to my discomfort snoozed in the precious window seat.

The flight home was only marginally better by the fact that we had the row to ourselves, however it was the midnight to 6.30 in the morning flight, so no sleep that night after a 2am bedtime after the wedding the night before. Great wedding everything went well and my daughter was beautiful as was my 10 year old granddaughter.

Now as the baby is due in around 8 weeks I am expected to repeat this saga of the 6 hour round flight to be there for the babies birth.... And that is just one of my children. Why oh why did I have 4?

Saga will continue next time...