Four day weekends. A chance to catch up on all those pesky things that seem to slip through the cracks when you have only a two day weekend. Except, I didn’t clean the house, or get any painting done, or do any washing or really do anything vaguely useful.
We went to a birthday party at the Australian Reptile Park, we visited a friend who’s just come home with her new baby, we hunted for Easter eggs and I watched Riley consumer her own body weight in chocolate. And then today I was somewhat helpless to do anything, thanks to nasty, nasty teething.
But I did get to sleep in twice. Far more useful than any amount of cleaning in my book.
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