She who shirks

Phil being away on business requires quite a bit of planning and preparation on my part for everything to run smoothly during the week. Beyond the usual groceries/laundry/errands schtick, meal planning becomes really important. I need to plan meals according to the limited time I have to actually prepare and serve them to the kids in the evening (we get home at about 5:50 PM, and the kids are used to having their dinner on the table by 6 PM. You do the math!). Little annoying details like "showering" also need to be thought through and scheduled appropriately. Running? Knitting? That's usually out the door.

I know what you're thinking. So what, right? You had a DORMA weekend, big deal.

Except that... um... I didn't. I knew I had lots to do this weekend, I knew there'd be Hell to pay if I didn't do it.... But I didn't care.

You've heard me complain all summer long about the weather we've been having in Montreal. It's been cold and rainy and dark and gloomy all summer long, right up to this past week, when Mother Nature finally got her sh*t together. The weekend was glorious, beautiful, and hot (finally!), and I just COULDN'T not get out there and enjoy it.

So I took the kids out for ice cream (on the bike!) for the first time of the summer on Saturday night, even though it was past their bedtime. I invited friends and family to come over and enjoy the pool Sunday afternoon, even though I should have been cooking.

We swam, we ate, we chatted, we drank beer. I did NOT cook, I did NOT fold laundry. And you know what? I do NOT regret it in the slightest, although I might later tonight when the kids are screaming like banshees and all I've got to give them to gnaw on is a bag of frozen peas, heh.

I'll have to play catch up tonight, of course. After I put the kids to bed I'll try to get a few meals cooked and put away, I'll fold the mountains of laundry, I'll shower. I doubt I'll have time to knit. And I'll think about the fun we had this weekend, and it'll be OK.

I'll leave you with this picture of Émilie, proudly wearing her new school uniform, which she wore all day yesterday as well. Before you comment about how hot she must have been, let me just say that Émilie is quite hard to deter when she has something on her mind. In my defense, I managed to talk her down from the blouse and vest combo to a polo shirt, but wasn't able to get her to budge an inch on the knee socks.



She starts kindergarten next week, and along with feeling nervous and excited and scared and a bit nauseous (does everyone feel that way?), I'm mostly just proud of this little person my husband and I created. She's taking the first of many important steps on her way to becoming a Bona Fide person in the world. Can't wait to see where her journey will take her.

Happy Knitting Everyone!