by R.E. Hargrave
Spent all day packing, making a mess of the car (I swear it looks worse now than it did before we started cleaning it), working out ways to protect the luggage from the dogs’ attention, calculating the quantity of water needed for three people and two dogs, the ratio between chilled and frozen, so that we have access to cool water throughout, who wants to eat what and even the best muffins to bake in the morning.
All we can do now is chill with a drink and count the hours. Am I excited? I simply can’t wait. I’ll miss you all, and I know letting go of the internet will be painful – I needed to go back to it today, like an addict, and my laptop is still not in its bag (it will probably be the last thing I pack) – but I’ll make it through and I’ll share some pictures on my return, in two weeks and a bit.
Love to you all, and thank you for being my friends. 🙂
image credit – clipart
It’s holiday time and, as every parent knows, getting things done around the house is about a hundred times harder now than during school time.
I can’t explain that one. When the kids were little I could blame it on frequent trips to the seaside or to Forestry Commission places where they could join in creative activities such as, I don’t know, painting butterflies and counting the number of tadpoles in a bucket of stagnant water. Fun, hey?
But now? What’s my excuse now? I mean, teenagers don’t want to be associated with their parents as a rule of thumb, right? Unless there’s something good in it, like a May Ball dress, for example, or tickets to see Tim Minchin live, or food, or simply cash – stacks of it, not just small change – they’d far rather stick toothpicks in their own eyes than spend time with mum and dad. Well, almost all teenagers.
This year I decided that I may as well treat myself to a holiday, too, and to that effect I have stopped doing ‘household’ things three days ago. Some advantages became clear almost instantly – I now smell of lavender bath salts instead of bleach and the bags under my eyes have almost gone.
Unfortunately, there are always side effects to being idle, and that soon seeps into every little corner of your life, whether you like it or not.
So I’ve come up with a good idea: I shall call upon my lovely household fairy to help me during my holidays. Now, we know from experience that fairies specialise in their own preferred field of activity: we have tooth fairies, flower fairies, Christmas fairies, and so on.
After a few hours’ deliberation I have come up with my own list of helpful fairies, and their respective helpful activities:
The list could go on ad infinitum, but that would only remind me of jobs I should be doing, so I think it would be safer for me to stop now.
What fairies would you call to your rescue? Do share, we want to know.