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I'm debating an early night with my new book, watching Bake Off on I-Player or a film. Once I've put Olly to bed. He's watching Toy Story, although he really should be asleep. It's just been me and him this week, and the normal family routine has gone right out of the window. Even the holiday routine, which is generally very relaxed, has done a bunk.
Marc, Sam and Alfie return at various times tomorrow. Alf has been on an army cadet camp for ten days, and judging from the amount of texts and phone calls, has been rather homesick. He tells me that he has enjoyed it, but there has been tiredness and a cold to contend with, and no Mum administering any tlc. Not that I'm a particularly good nurse. I don't deal with blood very well. Ditto vomit. And I'm rather dismissive of colds. Apart from my own. Then I can found dragging my sorry arse about the house and looking for sympathy. I shall be very glad to have him home. I've missed him and his fiery temper.
Olly and I have made the most of the good weather, and embraced the bad. Yesterday we were picking strawberries and following the animal trail at our local pick your own farm. It was pouring with rain. I've left my wellies in Bristol, so slipped and slopped in flip flops. Olly ate his punnet in the car on the way home. Mine went into a cake this afternoon. I've had a slice, but I'm not sure that I like it much. I should have just eaten them with cream and meringue. We've been to the beach, gone swimming, found a new favourite Honey walk, watched numerous DVDs, hung out together, played Lego, gone to the cinema and he's been very helpful in the housework department. My windows have never been so clean. All in all we've had a thoroughly lovely time together.
I do think that I may crave some structure to my days soon enough. I am not able to swim during the holidays, and although I bought myself some exercise dvds, the cellophane is still intact. I say no more. I am ambling instead of power walking, and my sugar free thing is not so much right now. It's all too easy to fall into bad habits when the days coast along. And while I'm all for coasting (I've spent most of my life doing it), I don't want to entirely lose control.
I've been thinking, too, about getting a bit of structure here. I'm not sure how. But I do like the idea of at least one post a week that forms part of a series of similar posts. Perhaps I shall reinstate the happy. I really enjoyed that Little Birdie inspired project. Once September comes, and everything settles back into the term time routine, I shall be going back to work (albeit as a volunteer) in school, and as a counsellor once more. I may have less time, inclination or energy as I sit and 'be' with others. I will be returning once more to the tricky business of balancing work and home, which as many of you know is not always easy. Especially when you are doing it alone for the most part. Work will be good for me. But maybe not so much for the boys. We'll see. It's all part of my slow resurfacing. Back at the helm, with all guns blazing. Perhaps I need a nice new notebook to go with it? I've already bought the dress......
Have a lovely weekend.
Make sure you always have wine in the fridge.