Some weekends feel as though they are jam-packed with activity. Concerts, festivals, meetings, appointments...it's a sad thing when you feel like you need to return to work to have a break.
Then other weekends are like last weekend was at the Hayley House. Cleaning, cooking, sewing, weekly shopping.
Ah, being domestic.
It's a funny thing - or at least a funny thing to me. I nearly went crazy with the "domestic" life when we lived in England. Now I wish I had a bit more time to attend to it.
I suppose we long for that which we don't have.
Fortunately, Ben always assumes that I want him in my lap.
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