This is #day12.
Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times.
#Day12
The rain pounded. The wind blew.
The sky was dark.
No one wanted to wake up.
Except my son.
Before 05:00.
. . . . . British
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . summer
. . at
. . . . . . . its
. . . . . . . . . . finest.
After breakfast, our cancelled plans are un-cancelled.
My sister and her two little ones will visit after all.
The new plan:
• Housework
• Get ready
• Head out with sister and kids
• Get lunch
• Walk home
• Play
The clouds dissipate.
The sun shines.
The Earth warms quickly.
Change of clothes.
T-shirt not hoodie.
Shorts not pants.
Out we go.
Children laughing and running.
We are all sticky with sweat.
Lunch is devoured.
Drinks are guzzled.
We head back out.
The children run on a hill.
We head to a shop to buy toothbrushes.
The shop sells EVERYTHING.
The children become consumers.
They want EVERYTHING.
We walk home with long Christmas lists.
The sky opens.
We have a rain party!
By the time we return we are all drenched.
Snuggly towels.
Tea for mums.
Den building for kids.
Fun.
Like other days, I wasn’t a perfect mummy.
My son didn’t try to be perfect.
And my sister, she is equally imperfect.
Tomorrow I plan to volunteer. My son can hang out with daddy.
Is consumerism an issue in your family?
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