Door

A door serves a purpose.
It is the means by which you can pass from one room into another, or from one confined area into another confined area.
It is a passage way but one that is not free for all to pass through. You may pass if you have the means to open the door, like opposing thumbs, or a key, or the ability to pick a lock, but if you do not have these skills or tools then access is denied. You are not welcome.
The door may be opened for you if you request it of another who has the skill or tool to open the door but then it is their decision whether they choose to open the door for you. They themselves become the door. The ability to open them, pass through, becomes one of psycholgy. Do they understand you want to pass through the door? Do they like you? Do they think you belong on the other side of the door? They are the door keeper.

But what if this is the door...

Is it an invitation to challenge the etiquette of doors, ignore the rules, go invited around the door?
Is it still a door if it does not contain an area and prevent access from undesirables?
Can it call itself a door if it does not open?
Who is the keeper of this door?

Who has the key to that lock?
I knocked but noone came.

I'll try again tomorrow.


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Silent Sunday

Schools Out

The summer holidays have started and what was to be a Summer of solo parenting has taken a curve ball already. I'm still solo parenting but the Mr was taken ill on the first day away and is now residing in a hospital 225 miles away.
The up side is he will be home in the next few days and will need some time off work to fully recover. Yay! Daddy will be home :-)
The down-side is he wont be well and it's not going to be a 'holiday', in fact we have had to cancel our holiday. Boo!

As a result of fates attempt to tip me over the edge, I had to do the hardest things this week:
Tell the kids daddy was poorly and in hospital - cue tears.
Tell the kids daddy was poorly and in hospital and it was too far to go and see him - cue more tears.
Tell the kids we couldn't go on holiday on Sunday because we will have to, as some point, go and bring Daddy home - cue even more tears.
And I thought I was going to have a whole evening without chocolate - cue weeping myself dry (until I found the 'Make your own truffles kit' from Tesco).

So we have been trying to keep our chins up:

Imaginary space travels on ships that out-stare you.

Having tea with 21 school friends.

Daring climbs at the park.

Guessing games over a babyccino and a dish of jelly beans

99s

Lego bed invasion

Bubble fights

Sorry for gloom. Bit p'd off. Normal service to resume as soon as the Mr is home.


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Silent Sunday

Keeping my cool

Keeping my cool took on new meaning this week.

Not only did this week take scorchio, turn up the gas a bit and then add a dash of sizzle but I discovered I am going to have to be Supermum this summer holiday as I waved toodle pip to my super hard working Mr for the next 42 days. *gulp*

I'm used to him being away for a week or so, even two weeks, but this is 6 weeks, or to put it another way, 1008 hours of no lie-ins, no cups of tea in bed, no me-time during daylight hours, no snogs, no neck rubs, no 'I'll do their baths while you have a sit down', no idle chat over dinner, no popping out for a drink, no one to curtail my biscuit cravings, no snoring, no duvet wrestling, no sharing my chocolate bar, no lost sections of the Sunday paper. Okay, so there are some upsides but I'd rather his foibles than not.

As much as I am already feeling lonely, it is the children that I am thinking of and how much they are going to miss Daddy. I am also thinking of how quickly 6 weeks can pass if you are distracted by lovely summer activities so more than ever I need to tackle the Summer Holiday Bucket list and adapt it for single parenting of three children and for maximum entertainment. I feel another blog post coming on ;-)

But this week, Daddy was around and we had some fun in the sun.

Ice and a slice

Trike tipping

Just sun

Seeking shade at the play center

Re-purposing the sledge as a water play table

Alfresco darling

How long does it take to eat an ice cream? Depends how many photos you take of it on Instagram.

I look forward to telling you how I survive the first week of the holidays x

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Dear Sewing Machine

Dear Sewing Machine,

It has been a while since I wrestled with your upper tension for which I apologise. But you are just one of my many diversions and I was lacking textile inspiration. But then I found some funky fabric (in the form of a tunic top that would never fit around my bust but might just with a tug and a pull of its A-line silhouette be re-fashioned into a top).

This was shortly followed by a stripey maxi dress in a rainbow of summery colours begging to be shortened for the Princess to parade in.

I'm sorry it has been so long. I even had to dust you off a bit. But now that I have found you again I shall be getting a bit more use out of you. I hope you enjoyed your little break because I now have plans for you and you will not be getting any time off for good behaviour.

Yours sewingly
X

Silent Sunday