Tuesday

I am home, with the worst head cold/flu I can remember.  Maggie has been having a long sleep, which of course would have been the perfect opportunity to go to bed myself.  It is what my body told me to do.  Instead I was able to tidy up, make beds, pick things up from various rooms and put them where they belong.  I have made dinner for tonight and chocolate chip biscuits for after school(having some dough in the freezer has really been a bonus.)  I feel productive anyway. And so now I can write.

This morning saw Audrey defiantly stay a good distance behind me walking to school.  She didn't want to go.  "But school takes a long time..."

I looked behind to make sure she was close enough and able to cross the roads safely.  As we approached the school she ran to me and hugged me from behind.  She gave me a flower she had picked and cried that she didn't want me to leave.  So begins the term.

Admittedly, I wasn't keen for school to commence.  Even in spite of the occasional sibling squabble, it was nice just to make our way out of the house at leisure.  Or not if we chose.  Unusually for us we had a few things during the holidays.  We saw movies, went to Monkey Mania, the new trampoline park, play dates with friends, bowling and my favourites, Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve and also driving the Pajero over the Brindabella Mountains to visit my cousin in Tumut. 

At my cousins I saw a framed quote.  "Take note of the little things, because one day you will realise they were the big things".  This spoke so clearly to me.

 

My mind is spinning with the things I'd like to sew... I am conscious that in only a matter of weeks I will be back at work, and initially at 4 days per week, I imagine my time for anything of my own pleasure will be less than it is now.

I am inspired to sew so many things.  I think I need to make "the list".   A priority is Audrey's swimming bag.  I want to make Nicholas a quilt.  Something that is his, made by me, that always reminds him I love him.  I can't believe he will be nine this year.  Time marches on.  In my minds eye he is this little boy. 

I am proud of him. 

For Maggie, a little pillow for her cot.  Should she ever choose to sleep in it... and some clothes.

And I have finally joined the masses who seem to be watching this.  My former Director sent me an email the other day and said she thinks I'll love it.  Season 1 is on its way.  Looks like the perfect winter, stay inside viewing.