Mr Mostly is working pretty much seven days a week at the moment. You can count the number of days he has off between now and Christmas on one hand. I could moan about never getting to see him. I could grumble about being left to parent solo and all the stress that comes with it. I could dread the thought of the weight of the Christmas organisation falling firmly on my shoulders. But I won’t of course. Because everything that he is working so hard for right now is all for us. Instead I actually feel incredibly blessed.
I now realise how much I used to take our weekends as a family for granted, that’s for sure. And it makes me even more grateful for unexpected days off. Yesterday was one of those such days. We made the most of it (and the lovely wintry sunshine) and got wrapped up for a long lazy walk at Yorkshire Sculpture Park then home for the roast of all roasts. One for the memory bank for sure.
Life is much better when the glass is half full, don’t you agree?