This is #day8.
Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times.
#Day8
After an emotional and exhausting weekend, a slow day was needed.
. . But
. . . . . . . . slow days
. . . . are
. . . . . . . . . . . . . rarely
. . . . . . uneventful.
Daddy gets up and leaves early.
Boy and I
• Have breakfast
• Hang out together
• Do our own things
• Have ice cream (way too early)
• Laugh a lot
• Make lunch
The builder never returned.
We wonder if we are destined to live in chaos.
I try to post insightful and value-based content.
Nothing happens.
I share a random picture of a trolley and put my phone away.
Husband and I talk.
Boy jumps and shouts and dances around us.
We call grandma.
Should we visit?
Boy worries. He doesn’t want to go.
Dinner is “Random Fridge Mix.”
Why is that such a yummy meal?
Husband and I talk about an amazing slide in Canada that we won’t go to.
Boy decides going away is a great idea.
We buy tickets.
Excitement and craziness reign until bedtime.
Then, anxiety arrives with a crash.
Boy no longer wants to go.
We snuggle until he sleeps.
Like other days, I mummed imperfectly.
Boy was perfect (mostly)
And, husband is already perfectly asleep
Before bed, I check social media.
The trolley post was doing well.
Tomorrow, we get organised. And play. And have fun.
How do you embrace slow days?
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