I'm staying at Peter's for a little while. I'm letting him pamper me while I learn what it's like to have so many kids you don't know quite what's happened or where the time has gone but they are certainly everywhere... Anna and I built a fort and then there was a screaming (happy screaming) almost-three-year-old in it, throwing pillows everywhere and it's a good thing Anna didn't care. And then Caleb joined in and Peter just watched from the doorway with this bemused 'this is how it goes' look on his face.
And now I have my lovely bed and my lovely big fatty cake and my lovely purple lap top and Petey is curled up at the foot of my bed because Sylvia is here and she's playing with Sinny and Petey feels left out. It's pretty nice this whole 'being pampered' thing.
The tour ended well, and I enjoyed it. Adrina was amazing. My housemates are wonderful. And eventually I'll be okay with being home again. I just need...time. Definite time.
And waking up and not finding Flynn there is really weird.