It has honestly been a certifiable mad-house here this week … and to be truthful with you, the opportunity to write a little bit here has not really provided itself. I’m breaking into a cold sweat thinking about the week that’s been – we’ve had the lurgycome to visit, school subject selection meetings, a mongrel of a tax return and then a busy, busy, busy time at work. I truly thought it’d do my head in! Tonight though, I am lounging in the most peace and quiet I’ve had in forever … and seriously loving it!
Remember the iconic Australian classic flick, The Castle? Yes, of course you do, well, tonight, man’o'man … I am living in the equivalent of my own Bonnie Doon.
Can you hear the serenity? I can. And it’s terrific! I. Am. Living. The. Dream.
Baby Girl is asleep (ok, so I’m fantasising that her occasional cough is akin to crickets in the distance, almost the same, right?)
The big boys are at their Dad’s tonight
The MOTH is on man-business (aka a fishing trip) for the week
I’ve convinced Mum that there’d be no need to check on me
Toast for dinner, ’cause I didn’t have to cook
Television and radio are off, the wind is picking up outside
Day off tomorrow
It just keeps getting better doesn’t it?
I’ve long realised how much I’ve come to need the occasional bit of “me” time. To sit. Listen. Think. BE.
I’ve already decided that I’ll be in bed early tonight (probably not long after I hit publish on this) … just me, my bedsocks and iPad, oh and the cat. Because I can
What do you do when given the opportunity for some quiet time?? It’s nice, don’t you think?
