The school holidays are drawing to a close. As usual I feel the tug between wondering whether we should’ve gotten out and done more activities and just letting myself enjoy the emptiness of the calendar. The children, by and large, have been more than happy playing around the house, and I can hardly argue with their (free!) contentment.
As is the way with holidays, I have done no writing but plenty of thinking, calibrating what to do with my time once it becomes mine again – to a point – next week so as to jump back in with gusto.
Do I sound convincing? Good – maybe my brain will be convinced too.
Truth is, my cold has dampened my mood this week, as has my tooth, which is still flaring up and in a moment of weakness I admit I had a bit of a weep in the shower yesterday when it was particularly uncomfortable. I’ve had this pain since March, it began just before the Aussie Bloggers Conference. Not only is my patience wearing thin, but I’m losing confidence in my dentist, who is the one person I’m looking to trust the most.
I’m sorry – if this post were a dish it would be marinated in self-pity, baked in an oven of woe, and served with a gremolata of sooky-la-la on top.
But to end on a high note, and prove I am FUN, here’s a picture of me from the other day dressed as Harry Potter for our spontaneous costume party.
P.S You can’t see it very well, but that is a Gryffindor robe. Authenticity, yo.
P.P.S I spelled Gryffindor correctly first time!
