So Martin and I are having a lazy morning, no noise, no rush, no need to hurry to get up. We have a leisurely breakfast planned and then a walk and lunch in a pub somewhere and a long chat about our future plans.
Then there is the phone call!
The one from the kids which says “We’re all wet, we’re coming home at 10.30” as I wasn’t on the phone to them I could say the words in my head not just think them it went something like “what do you mean they’re coming home early, we’re supposed to be having a relaxed day together – grrrrr grrrrr grrrrr”. So in no time I have gone from completely chilled and relaxed and wondering where we should walk and lunch to feeling disappointed agitated and wondering how I can manage my disappointed feeling and not let it ruin the whole day (this was not really successful have felt edgy and grumpy most of the day).
Anyway we decide we should get up and at least enjoy breakfast in peace and by ourselves.
They seem to be taking longer than we expected to come home so we at least got some of our conversing done.
When the girls come home they’ve gained two Dawsons (we have Jonathan coming back later with other Dawsons) This makes no difference to us as by the time we’ve got our own girls back a few other kids (who seem very at home here – in fact Caleb often walks in and great martin with “Hello Daddy”) msake no difference really.
We then deal with muddy clothes and children and Ruth starts with her usual baking.
More Dawsons arrive with Jonathan and to my relief his car seat!
Tea and good conversations follow and then Dawsons all leave.
Rebekah can’t decide whether to cycle to the swimming pool or not. Rain decides her so we all decide to do a bit of house/van work and the Ali is going to come over.
I’ve volunteered to do an extra Sunday Funday at church tomorrow so I’ve been making play dough and Jonathan is choosing a Veggie Tales DVD
I made some lovely poffertjes – just as they are ready Thorne handily turns up.
You eat them traditionally with icing sugar and butter but I rather like chocolate spread and Baileys!
Kids play demons, I escape to blog and try and feel happy by listening to strange Radio 4 plays and Martin continues on the van.
At some point I will need to kick out extra kids and eat dinner but for now I am enjoying living with radio 4 and ignoring everyone else!
So aside from my sniping at everyone the day has been OK, even pretty good in places – but not what we had planned. I’m not good at appreciating what has come about if it’s different to what I had been expected but after the poffertjes I definitely started to feel better!