Jump up, it's the weekend everybody! I love the weekends. I love family time with all three of my boys. I love going to fun places together and relaxing and playing as a family.
I don't much love having to cram a week's worth of housework into a weekend and having very limited space to put all our many, many mountains of crap to stop it spreading across the floor like some the pink slime in ghostbusters. I swear our crap has a life of its own!
This week, after all of us getting a tummy bug that's still haunting the children, the floor has had more than its fair share of *actual* crap, too. Which was nice.
I feel like I haven't slept in an eternity and when I get chance I can't turn off my head.
A few months ago I would have been lying awake with dark thoughts spinning around in my head about all the bad things that could happen. Now it's different, now I'm lying awake with all my plans and hopes for our future.
My little family is in a good place right now. We're on our way up out of a hole we didn't know how to climb out of a while ago.
Holding together and knowing when to take a step back got us through. Gritting our teeth and knowing the hard times were temporary wasn't always easy but we got from there to here, whole and together - and now things look so positive and exciting and it feels like we're finally getting towards the life we hoped for.
We have less time together as a family now - so I love the weekends. I love being able to get up slowly and not have to rush the boys out the door, being able to enjoy playing with them on the living room floor in our jimmy jams rather than trying to rush around transforming myself into Working Mum and just being Mummy.
I love putting on their coats and shows and heading out somewhere and knowing we can spend the whole day together doing whatever we want!
Now all I want for Christmas, to make this life perfect, is a house with a garden and a garage to dump all the crap into. A dishwasher. A cleaner. A magic tumble drier that irons clothes. Someone who puts all the clothes away. For my temporary contract to be made permanent. For the quails to start laying eggs. Oh, and Grey's Anatomy box sets and a grey felt cloche.