It's the first official day of the Easter holidays.
I've filled the dishwasher, the dryier and the washing machine. It doesn't really feel like a holiday.
I've banned the boys from playing football outside because we're leaving for Tuscany in two days and my mother would not be pleased if I brought a suitcase full of muddy clothes with me. And boy is it muddy outside or what! They're not happy with me.
I'm also trying to ignore the fact that this afternoon I have to brave the Arctic temperature outside and drag the offsprings to the barber shop. No 1 is looking like a hippy. Bad look. Under that fringe there's a really handsome boy, I'm sure of it.
And I'm bracing myself for a 'shoe-shop' arguement because their ideas of suitable footwear and mine differ wildly. Also... why school shoes NEVER last a whole year? Are they specifically built to self-destruct after two terms?
A few friends came over on Friday night and we coloured eggs and decoupage some and drank wine and put the world to right.
It was a good night.
The dryer is beeping... there's no rest for the wicked.