I'm sitting on the lounge indulging in a steaming hot cup of Continental hearty beef soup and toasted cheese fingers. The gas fire is humming away nicely and everyone is out. My cats purr of contentment is drowned out by my own purr of contentment.
Today is hubby's last day of work for five weeks, tomorrow he begins his holidays. He gets five weeks every nine months because he's a shift worker. I don't think I've ever had five weeks in one stretch - never.
What does that mean for our family? It means that for five weeks my house becomes like Grand Central Station with comings and goings and activity. Hubby will have a kazillion visitors, will have more activities going on than the 2012 olympics and probably make more noise also.
Do I feel guilty for my couple of hours spent on the lounge indulging in writing amidst the peace and quiet while it lasts - not at all.
Normally we like to go away when he's on holidays, we're not these holidays, besides the fact that we went away in January. We are however, having two nights away (close to home but without the kids, just to rest and unwind) and I'm also having a six day break from work, so not so bad. Five weeks would be nicer mind you.
I'm not a winter person, give me sunshine and warmth any day. If anyone has a direct line to Mother Nature please tell her that a week or two of cold rainy days, open fires and snuggling time is about all that's required.
This week I'm going to be writing, relaxing and doing some reassessment of what I need to achieve to ensure I meet some key goals that I have.
So what are you up to for the coming week?