Saturdays grey clouds hang low and this light is miserable. As ever we turn to sweet treats and creative endeavours to bring sunshine to our pottering day.
Sweet apple bread from the school cake sale, (the only thing left for this late mama but yay! the thing we would have wanted most!) and chocolate milk.
Scented mama-made play dough from the back of the fridge, forgotten for a week or two behind bowls of carrots, the odd tub of yoghurt. I leave it out on the table with a couple of knives, shells and a rolling pin. Colouring books and sharpened pencils lay strewn underneath the table, among the start of a Friday den, never finished. A basket of weaving, Wednesday’s craft project, is placed by the sofa. A few different spaces to spark creativity should they need it today while I move about tidying, hanging washing, tending to the baby, doing a few rows of knitting, and reading stories on the sofa, soft curls ticking my chin.
But right now, queenie bounds over and over across the room to do headstands on the sofa and Jarvis shooting his sister, hinting to me it’s time to take a walk around the neighbourhood first!
Saturday’s are always tough for us. Liam works and we are often a little exhausted from a week of school (lessons for her, speedy and panicked school drop off and pick up for the rest of us!). So if we aren’t escaping for the welcomed retreat of either of their grandparents homes, we need to be quite prepared for lots of bickering and endless lines of “I’m bored”, one of my fondest traits picked up from the classroom... not.
Recipe for chocolate milk in my stories ☕️
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