The sun is shining, and my slaves are out in the big wide world doing my shopping for me. Ahhh there are some perks to this lounge-on-the-couch business. And my son is making me coffee. This is a cunning plan to deflect him from pacing behind me, breathing heavily in an effort to dislodge me from the computer.
I am the Mum. I am in control. Hahahahahaha.
So the summer holidays start here. Not that it has made much difference to me. All those plans for the summer are out of the window, and I should have known better than to make them in the first place. But just think - if this had happened last year, I would not have been able to go and see Diana in NZ. So life could be a lot worse indeed. My holiday pics for this year will include the changing scenery from the couch. You will be stunned and awed by the variety. And I will live vicariously through all of you out there. So make sure you post many many photos, with details.
This enforced inactivity is not being a blessing to my hips. I am used to walking miles every day at school, and now I swear, I am expanding at an alarming rate as I recline on the couch. My muscles are turning to flubber. Blubber. Highly unattractive excess baggage. I tried to do some exercises yesterday while reclining with my knee above heart level as instructed. You try. Go on. Ridiculous.
The clothes still fit. They are just fitting a little more closely. Groan. So I am refusing to wear anything with elastic waistbands right now, in an effort to remind me that some things should not expand any further. You will be the first to know when I order a kaftan on line. Good grief - I just said kaftan. Who remembers them from the 70s?
Right. I am tired of the pacing behind me. I will hobble off to the couch and languish and try some heavy duty sighing myself to induce guilt. I am a stellar mother, you will note. A little guilt never hurt anyone.
Shuffle thud shuffle thud shuffle thud.........