|Sunday - 1:30pm|
Yes - I know. Shock, Horror. This is a Magoo-free photo.
And, d'ya know what- that's okay sometimes.
Newly pedicured but still mangled toes, book in hand, sun streaming in, both my boys content and snoring behind shot.
In a word - selfish.
See, I said my weekend even.
Not ours. Mine.
I'm wavering between guilt and gloat here!
This weekend has been the most indulgent, selfish couple of days I can remember in quite a few years.
From my favourite outsourced meal of Japanese take away on Friday night,
to a beautiful chilled out run on Saturday morning,
to the totally indulgent. long awaited, deal of the century pampering at Lush Beauty Salon with a bestie,
(thank you, wise Living Social purchase months ago!),
to midday nibbles on the couch with my beautiful boys, the papers and the footy,
to lazing the afternoon away with neighbours, energetic dogs, my men and a dose of vitamin D,
to a gorgeous, hilarious dinner with the girls Saturday night,
to what turned into the
to begging Hubby to "please take him away" when Magoo came into our bed not even 45 minutes after I had got there
(in fairness, it was morning and I had been
to a Sunday morning coffee with a long lost friend while our little boys played and our big boys paddled their skis,
to the seriously sweet snuggles I enjoyed with Magoo in church,
to a book in the afternoon sunshine while the boys napped,
to a gorgeous afternoon with friends at the Marina and a dinner of deliciously greasy fish and chips.
Note the distinct lack of anything even remotely resembling what the media/stereotypes shove down our throats as being associated with 'good mothering'?
Like baking, cleaning, cooking, mopping, sewing, disinfecting, crafting, gardening, breastfeeding, returning to the catwalk rocking a cut away one piece weeks after giving birth - naturally and drug free of course.
No, nope, no way. None of that here this weekend.
The closest I got to wearing my
Just quietly, it was awesome.
Wanna come Point + Shoot with bridesmaid Lou @ Sunny + Scout?