Hello! Bobbing by to wave and let you know we are home again (again) from our week away with Connie. What a week! So lovely to reconnect with great friends, to spend so much time outdoors, to live, eat and play simply, to switch off from technology for a while. The weather was super, we had a wonderful time. Will do my customary post-jolly write up very soon, once I've gathered some mental energy from somewhere. Right now, brain cells are not up to much, they are kind of slumping. Writing sentences is proving ridiculously hard, so this post is probably going to be a bit scrappy. Sorry in advance.
Been home in the Attic for four days, yet it seems so much longer. I am once again working my way slowly through a humongous heap of dirty laundry. Sorting, loading, unloading, pegging, un-pegging, folding, sorting, stacking, tidying. On and on. Trying to rise above the relentlessness of it, trying to be oh-so-grateful for warm, breezy days when I can peg out and sniff in that lovely outdoorsy clean-cotton smell.
Indoors all is rather untidy here at number 24. Yesterday, in a fit of irritation at Little B, I yelled at him to go play with his toys and leave me alone for one second so that I could finish reading an article in the paper. When he ignored me and tried to climb on top of me, I promptly strode over to his toy basket and tipped the whole lot on the floor and yelled a little bit more, something along the lines of "There!!! See??!! You've got hundreds of toys here, now PLAY WITH THEM and stop harassing me!" The collection of plastic cascaded out, much to his delight, and it has remained there ever since. Sigh. Bad Mummy. Of course it all needs sorting out (again), but I'm waiting till September to do it, it's the Way It Is around here I've come to realise. Breathe out and let everything slip-slide through the summer months, safe in the knowledge that September will see the return to routine.
Actually, today Little B has played very nicely, although he did try and force feed me plastic peas on plastic toast. This week and next are stay-home weeks and I've more or less given myself over to the Little People for this time. It's wonderful and hard, happy and frustrating all at the same time. There is lots I would love to be doing for myself (I've not crocheted in almost two weeks), but there doesn't seem the time for it during the day, or the energy for it during the evening. We went swimming yesterday and took a train trip to the Big Park today. We've been hanging out with friends, eating picnics and ice creams, having impromptu tea parties. It's been warm and sunny for the most part, and I think we are all having Summer Fun.
I kind of miss the easy simplicity of Caravan Life though. I think we are surrounded by waaaaaaay too much stuff here at home, and it's been getting me down a little this week. Everything feels messy and chaotic and muddled. I'm eating lots of fresh healthy food this week, trying to sort of clear out my system a bit, give myself an energy boost. I've got a big fat danish pastry on stand by in my spotty cake tin though. For when the going gets tough.
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