I quite literally managed to fly solo. Well, I say that, I wasn't actually piloting the plane. But I did fly from Luton to Belfast alone, managing to leave my children behind without leaving any notes (or posts) saying how much I loved them in the event of my death. I did ask one friend if she'd stay in touch with the boys if something did happen but only because I wanted her to know that I'd like her to. I realise to any frequent flyers this is a touch melodramatic, even my former (pre-kids) self who has happily(ish) flown to Australia alone, realises this - nonetheless I was pretty proud of myself. Also glad it's over.
Life has been reasonably hectic lately. Working a bit too hard (although feeling like I'm not doing quite enough), seeing lots of friends, writing a charity newsletter for http://www.specialkidsintheuk.org/ and trying to be a good Mum and a good enough wife. Think I'm just about holding it together.