As it is half-term (and almost the end of it), we have spent the week doing very little. Nothing exciting, nothing amazing, just pottering and letting the mood take us. H1, being 14, has suddenly grown about a foot in the last fortnight and consequently outgrown all of his clothes. We had planned to go into town and buy more this morning; not a pleasure I was looking forward to in any shape or form, but something that had to be done.
Two hours later, I heard the dogs clattering their claws on the kitchen floor and flew out of bed to be greeted with an aching back and a banging headache. So much for my selfless deed of last night.
So anyway, I didn't really want to go into town by this time, and jobs were piling up in the house and calling for attention, so we have stayed at home, cleaned, baked and walked.
I was happily baking raspberry buns with the radio on which was punctuated every few moments by H2 yelling a maths question to me from the table in the lounge. After answering once or twice (at great brain strain, I might add), I pulled myself up and asked why the heck was I trying to answer maths questions when it wasn't my homework? I have enough to do, thank you very much, and I am not about to make my gorgeous 10 year old a lazy slob who can't even be bothered to think for himself. I gave him a piece of paper, told him how to work it out and left him to it. I heard not a whisper from then on, so I have no idea if he has finished or not. And at this moment, I don't care. Helping those we love sometimes means leaving them to sort it out for themselves. It gives them independence and gives us a break. Every body's happy.
I hope you find the time to do nothing today. Thank you for reading. xxx