This week, I feel like I'm riding high on top of the wheel of fortune - we are well, the sun is out, and this morning I even managed to clean the dessicated flies out of the windowsill in the kids room. I've been managing to get up early to write and put the bread on, and I'm feeling the happiness and contentment that comes from an ordered routine.
I'm on borrowed time though. We could be moments away from a bout of extreme naughtiness or necrotising fasciitis, though. Who knows? Family life, it's all a phase - the good, the bad.
Yesterday morning we managed a family band version of the tearjerking classic 'Angel of The Morning', with Keith on guitar, Ivy playing the bass line on piano, Teddy rocking the tambourine and Georgie on my hip helping me bring down the power notes. (Ted had a little moment over the sad lyrics, and then he recovered his rock equilibrium.) Best session ever.
Ivy told me about the 'olden days' this morning. 'You know, Mum, when the monkeys turned into women.'
Under 7's soccer training starts tomorrow (Ivy's first year playing, and first with her Dad as coach. I sense a lot of orange-cutting in my future.)
Life is good.
And this good!