Missing My Babies.

It is 12:24 UK time and I am awake, missing my kids and hubby. Ah, you wonder where I am. I am in London, in a hotel room that's a bit too cold for me even though the heating is supposed to be set to the warmest setting. Obviously, their idea of "warmest" is vastly different from my idea of "warmest"! As I speak, I am wearing a turtle-neck sweater OVER my thermal night gown, so, how "warmest" can that setting be? Okay, okay, I am always cold, I hate the winter months (WHY AM I HERE, THEN???) and I'm always the one switching off the air conditioning because it's "too cold", but, hey, I just love being warm!
Why am I here? All part of adult education. I have exams in two weeks (in Lagos) so I am here for the revision course. I am almost halfway through the course but already I feel like I should just give up and go home to my babies. When I called home earlier, my daughter (who's 28 months going on 4 years) told me to come and sit down beside her. Her own way of telling me she wants me back home. Told her I'd be home soon. We spent the next couple of minutes giving each other 'thumbs up' and 'high fives' over the phone. My 10 month old son probably wonders what Mummy is doing in Grandma's flat little rectangle that he'd really rather be chewing on and drooling all over! They tell me he looks at his daddy and then says "mmma mmma mmma" over and over again. His own way of asking where I am.
Okay. back to my books. Have to make me a "cuppa" as the English say - to combat the cold and to give me an excuse to take another break from my books!

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