It’s crazy that the girls have less than two weeks left until they’re back at school. If anyone asked I’d say I’d just got back from Soul Survivor, but in fact we’ve been back for over three weeks. The summer holidays have FLOWN over.
Ruby had her fifth birthday last week and we took her and her sister to Manchester to pick out a new outfit for their Build-a-bear teddies (the cashier stood Roo on the counter, stopped everyone in the store to sing happy birthday to her. Personally I would have died of horror but she took it in her stride as though she were the queen) and to climb another 12m climbing wall. Both girls climbed for the first time in July at a camp with ‘the big kids’ and were desperate to do it again.
FYI, it is really tough finding places that will let Ruby climb. So I was over the moon when I saw that Chill Factore let them climb from age five.
They both had a mental block 2/3 of the way up but pushed on through to the top. Stubborn, like their mother.
Now that the weather is being as indecisive as I am, I’m ready for autumn. I’m ready to wrestle myself into skinny Jeans. I’m ready to wear boots again. I’m ready for knowing it will be cooler. I’m not ready for the countdown to Christmas which I caught on twitter yesterday – no. Not in August. Cooler autumnal days yes, Christmas, no.
There are loads of exciting things coming up over the next sixth months with work/church that I’m chomping at the bit to get going on, but I know there’s the risk of imbalance. Of getting home, particularly when the dark evenings draw in, and crashing until bed time (unless it’s already bed time when I get home). There’s a risk of being all work and no ‘home’. I can’t say all work and no play because most of my ‘job’ feels like play because I love doing what I do. But I do need to ‘do’ home too. Family, friends, laughter, downtime, adventure.
I’ve written before about being intentional with our time. Making it count. That’s what got me started on my challenge -30. And so in this next season I’m conscious again of the need to be intentional at home, to dream and then pursue those dreams no matter how trivial or outlandish they may be (I think it’s good to have both types of dreams). And it’s ok if those dreams are meaningless or maybe even nonsensical to others. I’m pretty sure no one else would get why I’m super excited to start a compost bin. And I’m ok with that. It’s my (albeit little) dream, I own it, so I can own the excitement too. 🙂
Sidenote: Regardless of how unimpressed or indifferent you are to my compost-bin-to-be, that won’t stop me from blogging all about it in all it’s worm infested glory.
It’s funny how, when you have babies, you fantasize about all the time you will have to yourself when they get older. But you forget the minute detail that at least babies sleep for intervals through day. Older Children don’t. I used to get a blog post rolled out during a half hour nap AND have time left over to go to the loo. I had it down. And then these sleeping beauties….stopped sleeping. During the day that is. I have to be fair, they’re awesome at sleeping at night. But during the day, they’re awake, like all the time. While I love my girls so very very dearly and genuinely enjoy their company, over the summer I juggle my job and these two non-day-sleeping beauties. So there have been a great many times that they have had my undivided attention, but a also a load of times that I have really needed to sit and concentrate. I keep expecting them to just decide to take themselves off a read a good book, or do a cross word, maybe ask their sister for a quiet games of chess or something. But no, most of the time it will be gymnastics. On my lap. So today is a typical day with non-napping kids, and it’s taken four sittings to write these ramblings.
I’m sure when they’re teenagers life will be a doddle…Ha.
so did I mention I’m starting a compost bin?