Wednesday, 30 June 2010
My favourite weeks of the year.
No packed lunches, no lost library books and no school bus waiting at the gate.
Saturday saw the kids and I preg-testing 80 k down the road, Sunday a little mowing, a little tidying, a little washing, then off to town Monday for a holiday sleep-over.
And so now, with holiday haircuts behind us, a particularly high number of in-car incidents, some shopping, and two girls left behind in town for spoiling, we're now looking forward to saddling up for some weaning, and also re-uniting with Mama Pig who has been away visiting her boar-friend, but returned home whilst we were in town.
Wallace and Sally are revelling in being part of a two-child family. I've always believed the nicest thing you can do for a mother is take away one of her children for a break. Whether you're a mother of two, three, four or more, removal of any one of the little tykes seems to be an instant holiday. Take two, and lordy I'm lying back in a deckchair on a secluded beach in Mauritius.
Except for the smell of pigs, the bellowing of cows and the yelping of dogs.
A lot like Mauritius.