a few days away was just what we needed. Although the kids are still a little too little to truly relax. Especially when there is water nearby.I've returned to my work and will be busy for some weeks to come. I'm trying to spend any given break from 'tsk tsk' work cleaning up my house. Honestly, it is to the point where I can no longer yell at the kids about the state of their rooms and I'm waiting for one of them to say "but your room is messy too mum".
I'm living with bubble wrap at my feet, piles of swept cotton threads in corners of rooms and the tables and benches are quickly disappearing under all the paperwork. I can't find invitations for kids' birthday parties, or even the school fees invoice.
I want that studio space I dream of. A shared space set in an old Queensland worker's cottage in an inner city suburb.Or that mudbrick shack on a hill with an amazing view.
And then I wake up to Mr N coming in from his morning bike ride with a chin cut open and blood all over his cycle vest. 10 stitches later.....
And It is only Tuesday.
I'm holding on to the first image of Miss M flying her kite whilst drawing in the sand.


