When I was younger and considerably dimmer, I foolishly imagined reaching middle-age would be like living in a Doris Day film. Children all grown up, Husband content and me baking. What a load of b/s. This morning, a Saturday morning, our 3 grown-up and 1 not quite so, are roaring through the house like an all-consuming Tsunami. A peaceful segue into next week is not an option. I think my idyllic expectations are partly down to the fact that I'm an only child so my Saturday mornings way back then were filled with solitude and Tiswas. Laughter from a single child is lyrical, from a pack is maniacal. Anyway, I've only got myself to blame I suppose, so back to reality.
This is my very first blog so I've leapt into the unknown and landed (safely) I trust. Back to Rock H.
