OK, I know only a few posts back I said ‘bring on more wonderful weather.’ There is an exception to this sentiment however. I love wet Fridays. You see Friday is playgroup day and as soon as we arrive, the back doors are flung open and the kiddlets run amok outside. Which sounds lovely, but it’s not. Isaac’s idea of running amok involves eating tanbark and heading for that puddle right up in the far corner of the yard. So I spend playgroup chasing him around the yard. It has come as quite a shock to realise I’d be forced to supervise, interact with and even play with my son at playgroup. When the doors are shut, I get to sit down, put my feet up, have a chat to the other mothers and occasionally glance across at Isaac to see him pushing a pram and playing with the dolls house. Shhh…don’t tell his father.
Here he is. Wishful thinking kid!
Please pass the lazy mother award this way, and while you’re up can you bring me one of those Tim Tams.