Home… Being parents to 4 children whom are all dealing with change and transition in their own ways leads to having days like today. Where nothing seems to happen out of routine, nothing has a flow, everything is met with a bit (or in the case of Benji – a lot) of resistance and all you want to do is retreat back to your home where everything is familiar. There is food, toys and you can all have some space until everyone goes to bed. You can hit reset and be glad that His mercies are new everyday. Some days you just wish ‘those days’ were a little shorter but they seem to drag on, and on, and on…

But, if you don’t have a home, where do you retreat? The car? Well that seems inviting – all 6 of us in a confined space, in close proximity. I think NOT. To the hotel room (you’re in between accommodation and cities at the moment)? At least you have TV, right? But its only 1pm and you can’t check in till 3pm. To the park? It’s cold… We could tough it out right? And now it’s raining… To the shopping centre? NO! Seriously? Trying to wrangle (and yes I mean wrangle) 4 kids in a shopping centre. You’re asking for trouble. These are long days and we don’t have a solution yet… But we are getting some practice with regrouping on the road. Each of our kids responds differently to change. They all need information in different ways. They all need to be prepared in different ways. They are doing OK.