Both arms

I did wonder, after writing last week about loving having my phone in my pocket, if it was inevitable that I’d have to survive without it. It was hard – plans changed and I wasn’t able to check in with others – a kind man at Asda let me try to ring but I couldn’t get through (like in my nightmares when I just can’t seem to dial 999). I realised my main worry was what if someone contacted me in need and thought I didn’t care enough to reply. I just had to trust that people do know that phones break, get lost, or in my case run out of battery (hangs head in shame).

It almost felt like the final straw in what was turning out to be a crappy morning. But fortunately I had read the night before how we could make every day the best day of our lives. And I knew I had the choice to dwell on the negatives, or look for the good. And my kids are great – they were patient whilst I despaired, and my daughter pointed out that we could always look at how many things weren’t breaking (proud mum moment).

So we went and we had tons of fun on the slides. And as I went to hug my grandma just one more time, I put down my bags so that I could use both my arms and not a rushed “but I’m carrying things!” kind of hug.

I learn well J