Day 1 my love! You’ll be home in 11 days – looking at it from a nice, sunny and optimistic perspective. From where I stand you’re GONE for 11 days, and it’s like staring out over a really rocky wasteland gasping for water, but you know, to each their own.
After you left I promise everything went fine; curtains were opened, I didn’t sit in the dark rocking or anything, I made a pot of tea (and thank heavens we bought more of that because I foresee going through a lot of it in the next few days), and mostly I just sat in anticipation of the children coming downstairs so that I could tell them that Daddy was coming home soon. Which actually happened quite quickly (Daddy is not at work- he is at school) and all was well, don’t worry, no one cried.
Samuel made the life-changing decision that he no longer likes toast and will now eat only cereal for breakfast.
We went for a walk – did you realize that you have the only deodorant in the house with you, excepting my hippie dippie salt rock thing? Yeah, that isn’t going to cut it for 11 days. So we went and bought more of that. I kept telling myself throughout the day “This could be fun; just pretend it’s like a big girls’ weekend type thing! Ignore the fact that you have multiple small children with you and that would turn any girls’ weekend into a really sucky time. How about being a bit wild and crazy!?” So I put the garbage out way earlier than you would approve of.
And pictures. We coloured the deck.
We made a cake.
Good for you! The cake looks lovely.
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