These last couple of weeks have taught me that our family functions at its best when none of us quite know what day it is. Or time it is. And with a fridge full of cheese. With us all at home. Long lazy lie ins followed by bacon and eggs. Wrapping up warm and walking for miles. And coming home to hot chocolate in front of The Wizard of Oz.
These last couple of weeks have been pretty much perfect. Oh, and of course we had Christmas thrown in for good measure too. This isn’t me being smug by the way. This is me feeling incredibly lucky for where we are in life right now. Counting my many blessings. And taking the greatest pleasure from the simplest of things. Just us. As a family. Together.
I could honestly cry at the thought of going back to normality tomorrow. Losing sight of the small things and being caught up in a whirr of packed lunches, school runs, finding my cheque book to pay for this terms music lessons, Scouts, orchestra, birthday parties that I don’t want to go to, Rainbows, making that dentist appointment, lost PE kits, Mr Mostly’s meetings running late… Sigh.
I sometimes crave a much simpler way of life I guess. And more cheese. Cheese is only ever a good thing.