A hastily taken moment of relaxation

Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou everyone for all your wonderful suggestions relating to my last post. As it happens, I haven't been able to put any of them into practise (yet I hasten to add) because I now find myself a good few miles from home in Norfolk, visiting the Grandparents for Easter.

Just quickly though - on Friday Morning (day after husband's return) I did get a cup of tea in bed - made by myself of course because both children suddenly turned into the stickiest of limpets and wouldn't leave their Daddy's side long enough for him to even put the kettle on. If I'd have waited for my cup of tea to be brought to me, it would have taken...oooh somewhere in the region of 5 hours. Which just so happens to be the same length of time which it took us to drive here yesterday. That's 5 hours in a car with two small children.

Need I say more?

Only to ask myself why we do these sorts of things? And I don't really have an answer, except to say that the look on my two children's faces when we arrived and they were confronted with the huge tower of chocolate eggs, the new furniture for the doll's house, the moorhen eggs in the nest in the pond and the two new party dresses bought for them by Grandma was worth having to endure even a 10-hour journey. Well maybe not 10 hours... But just to see their excited faces, their lips quivering in anticipation and their little bodies jumping up and down is enough to melt even the cruellest of hearts. And after Edie's car game of sticking two fingers up her nose and seeing if she could blow snot down at the sides while simultaneously hitting her sister because she was bored, my heart was feeling in need of a good melt.

So that's all I have for you today. Just a quickie. The girls have gone for a country walk with Papa and Grandpa while I recuperate a tad. What that means, of course, is that I fiddle around on the computer whilst trying to eat as much chocolate as I can before they all descend upon me again. It's not entirely relaxing as every two minutes there's either a wood pigeon or a pheasant or some other large rural bird either furrowing around on the stones outside the front door or calling in the distance and every time I hear the crunch of the stones or the call of the birds I'm convinced that it's the big return and the third chocolate caramel shortbread is hastily put back whilst trying to give myself time to look as though nothing untoward has happened. But if that's all the relaxation I can get, then I'll take it. In the meantime, just one more mini chocolate egg while I can...