|Escaping - or having myself a 'staycation'|
as one clever friend calls it.
My little man was not himself at all for much of this weekend-
and whoever he was certainly didn't like Hubby or I very much a lot of the time!
Magoo feeling off colour, needing extra sleep and possibly fighting some sort
of bug that I didn't want to share with everyone,
meant that our busy long weekend plans were adjusted, some cancelled
altogether and others pared right back.
I consciously sought lots of snippets of chill (read - lazy) though
and shared plenty of lovely time with my (dual-personality) boy.
I spent lots of time outdoors, elsewhere or on the deck
avoiding the heady paint fumes Hubby was immersed in - for one lousy door frame.
(Yep, I have noted the possible correlation between the paint
and Magoo feeling unwell - and I feel suitably bad about it.)
It certainly wasn't a weekend write off.
We read, we played, we cuddled, we napped, we shared our favourite
'tasting plates' and Magoo and I went out for a sneaky ice cream
while Hubby paddled in an event.
There were birthdays and anniversaries to delight in,
pancakes and cupcakes to gobble and
enough cuteness to save Magoo from searchng for his own place just yet.
We walked my favourite walk.
A few times.
I feel so 'transported' when I head up into 'the bush'.
'The bush' five minutes walk from home and smack-bang in the centre of our suburb!
We often meet kangaroos or bobtail friends out bush
and our dog is in sniffy canine heaven up there.
Trust me, butter did in fact melt in that smiley mouth.
(especially if yours is a public holiday like mine!)