Whimsical.

Like anything in life blogging is what you make it.

I choose to make it my open book of ups and downs.  Sometimes there will a huge run of downs.  And then nothing.  Which ideally means ups.

Sometimes there is funny.

Sometimes there is sad.

Today is whimsical.  Light.  Fluffy.

I have a free day/night.  The Farmer, little Mr and little Miss have gone away.  One would think that I'd be having a ball, going out, catching up, shopping, lunching.....whatever.

I'm not.

I'm still in my PJ's (it's before 9 so that's kinda okay).  I have washing, tidying, vacuuming and bathrooms to do.

AND my cherubs have shared their cold.  Charmed I'm sure.

I will do the jobs.  I will go to a baby shower.  I will relax.  And I will enjoy the quiet.  But I will miss my family.

Thus the whimsical. 

They drive me potty.  Wind me up.  Stress me out.  Yet make me feel complete.

When they are here, I want the quiet, tidy, clean house that by the end of today I will have.  But when they are gone I miss the noise, laughter, fun.  Especially on weekends where things are more relaxed.

I guess the grass is always greener.

So I will head off now.  To tidy and clean.  But I will also turn the stereo up loud, to recreate the noise of my family, and get amongst it.

And when they come home.  I will hug them and tell them how much I missed them.