I forgot how important weekends become when you are working full time. Come Friday lunch time I am looking forward to the early evening and I imagine myself with a glass of Margarita in hand, firmly settled in my armchair, feet up on the footstool. The telly is probably tuned to Scooby-Doo because that's how the younger children like to chill-out after a week at school. The dog is soundly asleep at my feet. The older children are invisible.
The reality is somewhat different. Of course it is.
Dinner has a higher priority than after work drinks and rather than sitting in my favourite armchair, I might be standing in front of the fridge, wondering what to cook with limp celery, plain yogurt and capers. In this scenario, Scooby Doo might still be on but the sound is probably drowned out by bickering voices. The dog will have destroyed the book I forgot to tidy up. The older children are still invisible.
In preparation for the weekly Friday ritual (as seen in the second scenario), I shall now leave work and take the slow route home through the woods, stopping to pick handful or two of raspberries and to (guiltily) enjoy the sweet sweet scent of Himalayan Balsam. (Yes, I do know it is an invasive species).
Have a great weekend everybody! Cx