Today Marc and I had a rare day out together.
Ostensibly we needed to choose and buy carpet for the stairs, landing and the boys bedrooms. We take our time when we decorate here. And to be honest the idea of trying to choose a suitable carpet with children running amok turns me cold. I have spent many years since having children trying to choose kitchens, floor tiles, bathrooms and various diy items with my rowdy boys in tow.
And lets be honest here. Choosing a carpet is not top of my list when it comes to a pleasurable pursuit at any time. If I had my way I would sand and paint the stairs, and leave it at that. I have persuaded Marc to laminate the boys rooms. It will be far easier to keep clean and tidy, I think. And as the teen has a habit of sneaking food and drink up to his room, this is no bad thing.
The carpet was chosen, ordered, bought and paid for in a record twenty minutes. Hooray! Marc and I were left with the rest of the day to ourselves. We decided to go to Truro. For coffee, lunch and a general mooch about the shops. Our first port of call was Waterstones book store, which has a coffee shop within. It was just a real treat to sit and drink. We relaxed with our lattes, and chatted about this and that.
Of course I took some snaps (on my phone, so the quality isn't great), as a reminder of a lovely day out with Marc. We spend so little time together. He works away during the week, and weekends are always a blur of doing and seeing and chasing ones tail. I think I forget what fun we have together, and how much we talk and discuss and decide. It has been during days like today that we have made our biggest decisions - whether in the car, or over coffee.
It was while driving from Bristol to our first home with a young baby, that we concluded that we could change the status quo and escape the horrid commuter belt village we lived in. Together Marc and I have weathered the storm of marriage and children, sometimes under very difficult circumstances. As long as we can step out as a couple every now and again, we will always be okay. We are a team. A good team, I think. We bicker. A lot. We wind each other up. We are very different personalities. We don't always see eye to eye. But we do love each other very much, and we are still hanging on there. Together.
Marc indulged me today. He let me ooh and aah in The White Company store (see above for bored husband on phone as close to the exit as possible shot). He bought me some beautiful bits and bobs in Seasalt. We bought Olly some books for his birthday in a couple of months time. It was heavenly to casually wander around a store without children in tow.
It was topped off with lunch in the Arts Cafe. And such is the gentleman that he finished my lunch for me when my belly was full. I can't describe to you the pleasure of eating lunch in a public place from a plate, rather than a Tupperware box. Pouring tea the old fashioned way, rather than sucking juice through a straw. Eating uninterrupted. Not chasing a hyper three year old around the park or the beach.
We made a big decision today too. A good one. A joint one. One that shall see changes afoot this year. I am excited at the next chapter in this family's mad existence.
Have a lovely weekend everyone.