Family, Melbourne, Parenting, Writing

The last weekend

In the past two days I’ve done little more than read a book, watch TV—via two different streaming sources—and yesterday I enjoyed a lunch with Hubster and Our Girl.

Today and tomorrow I plan to do more of the same, apart from a shopping trip to buy new school shoes for Our Girl and T2 (T1 had a new pair late last year so doesn’t need them just yet. Although the way he’s growing, it’ll be soon.), and maybe sort out their individual stationery items for school. Hubster bought some new furniture for the boys yesterday so he’ll be dismantling their old robe and then assembling the new ones, as well as trying to make them fit into the bedroom. He’s actually a spatial genius so I don’t doubt he’ll find a way. Plus, he did measure the area…

It’s my last weekend before returning to work. It occurred to me the other day that I don’t have the dread I usually feel after the Christmas/NY break. Is this how it feels when you actually like your job and its entire environment?

Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

11 thoughts on “The last weekend”

  1. I will always remember the pre-school year shopping with my girls. Not much fun when trying to budget and they wanted the latest cool stuff. I was so glad that you added that Hubster did the measuring I hope he did the measure more than once just to make sure. Enjoy your weekend Linda. πŸ€—πŸ’• Can I suggest headphones so you don’t hear the wardrobe project swearing πŸ˜‚

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    1. Well, I’m reading. Still haven’t been to the nail bar. Had to buy paint to patch over wall behind old cupboard, can hear the drill being used to assemble furniture. Hubster and T2 are working away…this will end badly I predict.


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