New Years Itch has got me by the ears. I spent the morning organising the kitchen, dismantling the xmas tree, doing loads of washing and cleaning the house like the Queen’s coming. Sash played a variety of math games online.
By the time Pirate Cap and our young lady came home (they stayed over in the forest an extra night so she could play with her friends), the house was sparkling and dessert was being made.
Their lounging around allowed me to do some work on the computer. The kids played next door till it was time for us to meet up with friends at a nearby river.
I hadn’t planned on swimming but the water when we got there was so warm and inviting that it saw me go in skirt and all. The boys all had fun in the water playing somersaults with their dads, and Sash swam to the opposite side of the river with his so he could jump off the 3m cliff he’s been too scared to.
Peer pressure can be a great motivator, because just a few weeks ago Giselle didn’t want to go anywhere near after her first jump, yet today, when faced with continuous group jumps, she didn’t see any other way out.
Sash also wanted to keep up with his friends and the first jump happened remarkably quickly. The second time though is always the hardest, once you get your common sense back, and he chickened out. Next time we’ll all go jump together so he can conquer his fear (says the one who’safraid of heights).
We stayed till high tide completely flood the banks, then sauntered down home. Pirate Captain, due to a gross misunderstanding about keys yesterday, had to walk 12 km yesterday when we went hiring as opposed to my 6, so he promptly fell into a snooze, having been exhausted ever since. He had a major foot operation last year after a boating accident and walking is, quite literally, a pain.
I cooked us supper, then took a beautiful long bath and an even nicer nap outside on the grass. By the time the stars had come out the family came out in drips and drags to check on me; thus paradise was over.
I read Sash the delightful ‘Why Unicorns Eat Lavender’ by Rosemary Kahn again, and after a weird conversation about how quickly you die and why when your head’s been chopped off, we’re ready to hit the sack.
I’m grateful the holiday madness is almost coming to a close; it’s been fun but too much fun in the sun - or elsewhere - is wrecking havoc on my productivity…
That’s one of the single biggest drawbacks of schooling: when every day’s a holiday, you just don’t know how to appreciate the real ones anymore like you used to!