I write this amidst a sea of toys and half-read books, socks and abandoned crayons.
We were going to do something today. I’m not sure what. Just, well, something.
Instead, we have spent the morning making a mess without really doing anything. The day is already half over and we’ve only made it to the end of the garden.
Weekends take on a new quality now I’m juggling the new job with everything else. We always plan to do something good. Something “quality family time” orientated. Something that involves effort and huge amounts of preparation.
And, yet again, we have failed.
Instead, somehow, time has slipped away from us today. Bed kept us all hostage (even the sleepy 18 month old) until at least 9am. The novelty of not getting dressed in a rush was too much to bear, as was the treat of eating breakfast together and not having to be out of the house when it’s still dark.
I blinked, and it was time for Frog’s nap. And, being the lazy child that she is, she’s still there. Sleeping.
So here we are, 2pm on a Saturday, and it’s already threatening to get dark soon.
Looks like the day trip is off the cards then.
At least we managed a spot of gardening though…