All this week I have been wearing jeans with pockets
and in my pocket is the key to the caravan that we sold.
I found it while we were unpacking.
And every time I put my hand in my pocket,
it reminds me that the holidays are coming.
After Christmas we will take the tent and the camping gear
and camp by the beach for a bit.
When ever one of the kids is whinging,
or not complying with a request,
I slip my hand into my pocket and squeeze the key.
Whenever the pile of boxes feels neverending
and the laundry pile is breeding,
I put my hand into my pocket and check it's there.
And I sort through all our belongings as I put them away,
and ponder at the enormous pile of complete rubbish that we held on to,
I feel the key in my pocket and remember there is an end to all this.
I still have five pairs of pyjamas to finish
and four dolls, oh and two laundry bags and a sewing machine bag,
but the end is in sight.
How are you guys going??