Last week we were home from school and work, enjoying some relaxing family holiday time, a stay-cation if you like. There was much imaginative play going on around here, with dens and hideouts and simple fun with wool.....
....and buttons. Who knew a tin of buttons and a clothes peg could keep a four year old entertained for sooooo long?
I spent an embarrassing (but delicious) amount of time in my pyjamas, pottering about the house doing pleasurable homey things.
I baked (little iced lemon buns) and tried not to eat the baking. Damn hard work that. I do believe my waist line has reduced ever so slightly and I am thankful for that.
I bought Little B a new drawing set so that he has "pens of mine very own" and sat with him whilst he produced endless pages of drawings narrated with stories. Pirate ships sailing under big sunshiney skies, flowers and birds and robots and giant spiders webs.
We ate late breakfasts every day, and I even made scotch pancakes one morning which the Little Peeps smothered in syrup and strawberry jam.
I drank a lot of coffee and spent time catching up in Blogland and on Facebook and Pinterest, immersing myself in other people's creativity. I have sooooooo many ideas buzzing around at the moment for new projects I'm driving myself slightly mad.
I tried very hard to keep up with the mountain of mandalas that arrived each and every day. I had bizarre and funny chats (on the doorstep in my pyjamas) with my posties, and I marveled at the way the world wide web can reach so many corners of the planet. I have approx 500+ mandalas in the Attic now, from 38 different countries, you can see them all on the Yarndale Pinterest boards. The scale of it blows my mind somewhat.
I allowed the Little People to take over the house, spreading themselves messily in and out of rooms and across all available surfaces. This was the result of 4 children one morning (my youngest two, and my neighbour's two), colouring and stickering. There was much more mess when the lego came out to play, and when furniture was rearranged and all bedding from upstairs brought downstairs to make a Batman cave.
I gratefully received some tiny scraps of cut out paper from Little B, little notes of affection which touched my heart.
I enjoyed (for one morning only) crochet in bed with a cup of tea in that blissful early first half hour of the day before the Little People awoke.
We made a spontaneous up-and-out-the-door trip to the river beach, to drink coffee and eat chocolate after dinner one evening.
I sat and slurped coffee with J as the sun lowered in the sky and the Little People paddled, built dens and skimmed stones. It was pretty damn good.
I found beach treasure at the river which pleased me no end.
I swallowed down my loathing of public swimming pools and took the Little Peeps to the local pool early one morning. Walking through the quiet park, trying not to think bad thoughts about forcing myself into a too-small swimsuit and putting myself into a chlorine-filled box of water with semi-clad complete strangers. The Little People reeeeeeeeeeally enjoyed it, I did it for them.
I cleared out my back yard, yaaayyy!! In a fit of spontaneous, sweaty activity one afternoon, I cleared and emptied, swept and scrubbed, shifted and de-cluttered, with help from Little B and Little P (my neighbours 4 year old).
We evicted an enormous number of mollusks, relocating them to the back street (sorry neighbours), although of course they will probably re-home themselves back at number 24 at some point eh.
So I am all ready for some new colourful plant life now, yipppeeeeeeee!! After leaving my back yard to rest and lie fallow last year, I found I missed my homegrown flowers way too much. I am ridiculously excited about planting my pots up again this year, and am planning on a visit to Mr Plant Man's nursery this weekend.
Last week was such a tonic, a lovely, leisurely relaxing stay-home week. Much needed as it happens, cos this week has been the total opposite. I'll update you soon on all that I am trying to juggle during these forthcoming weeks, I really hope I manage to keep all my balls in the air. Some days it seems like an impossible task. All I can do is try my best.