This has been one of those weekends where need another two days off to recover. Saturday was back to back scheduled appointments, from early tennis, to open house, to guitar lesson, to family commitments. The spaces in between were filled with cleaning, house hold chores in preparation for the open house (as the house is for sale), and relentless shopping trying to find all the missing items for my daughter’s upcoming camp trip.

Cap this off with an evening of re-reading the same 2 books to my nephew three times each, whilst he intermittently remembers his mother and bawls his eyes out, poor kid still adjusting to new surrounds and overcoming jetlag.

Move to Sunday and there are a couple of items still missing for the camping trip. These items take up longer to find than all the umpteen items the previous day. Oh at least get to share this with my sister and nephew who are back from India for a few months. Love the little two year old who gleefully shouts out “Car!!” every time he sees one, or a picture of one, or a toy, or just for fun. 

Then there is the usual Sunday rush, supermarket, cooking, preparing for the week ahead, the Modern family on TV, and last minute homework, and ooh “Mommy” I need this for next week.

Add in the mix a missing soon to be ex-husband just returned from a 6 week holiday, claiming he is too tired to come visit his daughter. I am exhausted…