Wish you were here
So the school holidays are upon us. My kids are going to their father for 2 weeks. I always look forward and dread it at the same time. It takes me a few days to adjust to their absence in the home. But they always have a stack of fun and so do I, I think purely just for the break in routine. Seeing as though I am not on holiday I have nothing planned except for a highly anticipated 4 day visit with Cape Town in exactly 7 days time – yay!
I don’t really have much to say actually. I’m having a quiet day. I’m using my inside voice. Christian, the back seat driver, decided that he is going to be a race car driver when he is big. Lila is going to be a prima ballerina. I wish I knew what I want to be when I’m big. Oh wait I forget, I want to be a Showgirl! LOL.
Oh there is one thing, not sure if I should share it yet but whatever. I quit smoking. Again. It’s a disgusting habit. It’s been roughly a year since I started again. And it’s high time to give it up again, I have no excuse. It’s gross man sis. So wish me luck. I don’t anticipate me being an über bitch like I was the last time seeing as though there are no assholes that piss me off in the vicinity. So I think I’ll be fine. Quitting, like a boss!
Anyway to suit my melancholy mood I’ll leave you with this, wish you were here…