Things are a little grim here at home this morning. Dave was supposed to start holidays today, but instead we saw ourselves waving him off as per usual. He has been working 60 - 70 hour weeks for FAR too long now and we really need a little respite. Time to get things back into perspective, time to be together - laugh, sleep, talk and dance the hokey pokey in the kitchen, just like old times when a 50 hour work week was the norm. I miss having Dave around, Zeph misses him even more.
But I won't waste any more time feeling sorry for myself. The Young Man is spending the day with Nanny and Pa, no doubt they will be playing tangles (Zephies term for a little but of rugby), drinking strawberry milkshakes, painting and exploring. At the end of the day I will have a delightfully happy and exhausted little dude returned to me, ready for a bath and bed. By then, with any luck, the washing will be sorted, house tidied and dinner underway (okay, maybe not the dinner part).
Holidays start tomorrow!
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