Every family has their own quirks and traditions that make them ‘them’. Inside jokes, happy memories and little routines that might be completely different to someone else’s, but that together make up a shared history. That quite simply make them a family. As I write this it’s half past two and LL is upstairs having a nap. I am snuggled up one sofa writing this and Mads and Mr E are on the other, cuddled up together as close as can be playing a game on the iPad. I was very lucky that Mads napped almost till she went to school, but for her mostly the nap days are over. Instead we call this period ‘quiet time’ where we don’t really talk bar whispers and we each get on with our own thing. Although not something every family does, this couple of hours of peace on a weekend where we aren’t doing much gives us chance to escape the mayhem and the constant noise of raising two young children.
I welcome these quiet weekends so much. In fact, like most people I yearn for the weekends all week. It used to be, before the girls, because I worked full time and they were the two days I got off. Now I am lucky to work from home, with set days on a Tuesday and Thursday, but the reality is I work on and off every day. However the weekends are the time that Mads is home from school and for me that time is so special. While she is thriving at school and we have all got used to the school routine, it isn’t quite the same not having the liveliest and feistiest member of our gang with us. So having her around at the weekend is extra special- especially if we have one of those weekends where we don’t do much at all.
I love having adventures, days out and of course to travel, but at the same time I love those quiet weekends. The ones where it is so cold outside and you snuggle up indoors, where we go at our own pace and where everything just seems to slow down a little. Where we get jobs done in the house, where we have a ‘carpet picnic’ for lunch and a lazy afternoon while LL sleeps.
One of our favourite family traditions when we don’t have much on at the weekend is to go for a cake. We always go quite early in the morning, just after breakfast and long before lunch, and there are about three different places we frequent. It’s just nice to get out of the house for an hour or so, before coming back and spending the day snuggled up inside.
Yesterday was no exception. We got up in the morning and decided that as the sun was shining we would head out for a cake and a juice. It was that beautiful kind of winter weather, where the sun was shining, but it was freezing cold- the frost on the ground was sparkling like thousands of diamonds and our noses went red from the bitter air. Indeed I remember those kind of cold days from my own childhood, going for a walk when it was so chilly outside that after ten minutes or so your hands and toes would start to hurt.
So we headed off for a cake together at one of our local garden centres. We got two slices of cake to share between us, considering it was only about 9.30am at this point, a Victoria sponge and the hugest chocolate cake slice known to man, and as Mads has been such a good girl recently we let her have her ultimate treat- a can of that Pelligrini lemonade to share with her Daddy. (We don’t normally let her have fizzy drinks) We chatted about life, giggled at the girls antics as usual, and then came home.
And that is where I am now. Snuggled up in the warm in my little house, feeling cosy and content. The ultimate lazy weekend. Nothing special or particularly exciting.
But one of our happy ordinary moments.