First of all, bear in mind that is is the second last day of school holidays. It has been approximately 50 days of children at home. We've moved house. We've had everyone sick at one point or another. We've had rained in weeks and rained in weekends. We've had prohibitavely hot weeks and weekends. We've had two boys stir crazy. Like...killing each other stir crazy.
But. You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during this conversation with my beloved this morning.
"We're just about ready to head out to the creek. We'll be a few hours. Are you sure you'll be ok?"
"Yes, I'll be fine....." cue evil laugh in my head..."Are you sure? Will you be lonely? Do you want to come with us?" insert jaws music and me picturing the steep and unstable bush walk they will traverse to get to the swimming hole. In 30 something degree heat. In water I can't see the bottom of and am therefore terrified of...."Do you promise me you'll relax? I don't want you working today. Leave the housework. Just do something relaxing. Sleep. Read. Go on that Pin thing you like to do. You're sure you'll be ok if we leave you?" Try not to shove them out the door as I nod mournfully and say..."It'll be fine. Maybe I can come another time. But I really don't want you guys to miss out on your fun because of me. Go. Take Your Time. Have fun. I'll miss you, but I'll be ok...." In the air conditioning. With my book. My chick flicks. Pinterest. Coffee. No fighting children. SILENCE......
I'm going to hell, aren't I? Wanna come?