It’s that time of year again.
When each evening I have no idea what we’re going to eat until half an hour before. When baked beans become a staple part of our diet. And I don’t even care.
When I haven’t looked at my son’s reading record for several weeks, or heard him read a book. And I don’t care (ok, he’s reading to himself so I’m pretty lucky).
When the sun is finally, actually, yes really shining, and the beach is yelling at me saying its been far too long since we saw each other. And I do care.
When I can’t even be bothered to find a funny image or photo for this post. Continue reading