We have had some really busy weekends recently – either ones where we are away, or ones where Bill is away – and it’s actually been really nice to stop and soak in family life, just us three. And our two cats of course.
After dieting like a demon and trying to hit 1,200 calories a day during the week, I really enjoyed being a bit more lax with my diet this weekend. I prefer to ‘diet’ this way, as I feel like it suits my schedule and means that I get the balance that I crave.
We began the day quite slowly. Mark rose first and left me snoring like a pretty hog in bed, and Bill was actually up last believe it or not. He always sleeps really well his first night back from his dad’s. I have no idea why that is, but I’m not complaining!
We all pottered around and did our own thing. I love doing the normal Saturday chores. The routine of it comforts me.
Mark did some things that he needed to tackle on his Man List, and Bill decided to steal my phone for some light YouTube viewing.
We all like to wear Christmas pyjamas in May, right?
I am going to do a proper post introducing this chap soon. But isn’t he just wonderful? He’s such a beautiful cat, and while my heart is still broken over losing Gatsby, I am happy to have welcomed our new boy into our lives. Even if I wish I could have three cats, not just two.
I love this snap. Even if he hasn’t yet learnt that cats in this house don’t climb onto kitchen surfaces, sing on top of the washing machine, and help themselves to leftover milk from cereal bowls by the sink.
Did you know that popping his thumb up is actually how Bill points too? That boy. So funny. Always. I think he was thumbing me up here – I hope so, or there must have been something menacing behind me.
Mark fell asleep on the sofa as I was having a very late midday shower, after a busy morning. So we tucked him up under a blanket and came outside.
We collected flowers.
“A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love.”
And we really did need to mow the lawns. The picture below makes me laugh. Look how tall the grass was! I told you we’d had some busy weekends!
Once chores were out of the way, we lit a BBQ (ours is from Wayfair) and I made us Banh Mi for tea.
It was incredible. You know, if I do say so myself.
I have been obsessed with knowing this girl’s every move recently. I am so fearful that we might lose her somehow. And I know that’s daft.
We’re introducing our new boy slowly, but I have to put her first. She’s been through a lot.
We had a stray cat visiting too, which threw us all off. I was torn, but our vets advised to monitor, just in case it’s a greedy neighbour’s cat. But I felt for Elsa, all these new cats around and still her brother hasn’t come home.
She looks for him. Still. I know it’s him she’s looking for.
These are the devil by the way. Don’t buy them if you’d like to stay slinky. The devil. Honest.
It’s actually Sunday morning as I write this. Well, midday actually. I’m still in my pyjamas and I need to get ready shortly, because we’re off to a birthday party at 2:00pm. It’s a bit of a weird one as it’s Bill’s friend from nursery who I have never met – I find this side of being a working mum really hard because I just don’t know anyone and I’ve never been to a birthday party as a parent before.
I’m guessing we just go along and join in! But I am nervous and would rather hide in my pyjamas, but Bill will love it and that’s what counts.
We’ve had breakfast (crumpets again) and I’m trying to make sure that both cats are happy, while entertaining Bill.
Elsa is dealing with our new arrival pretty well. There’s some hissing going on from time-to-time, but we’re told that’s normal. I’m hopeful that, in a few weeks, they will be good chums. That’s my ultimate cat goal.
And just a quick one – if you don’t want your toddler to look grown-up, don’t buy them shortie pyjamas. Bill looks about five in these dinosaur print PJs from H&M. He loves them. And I can’t get over how different he’s starting to look.
Anyway, I’m going to cut this short now, because I have to go and make myself party presentable and I’d like to just enjoy our afternoon without the need for a camera. Even bloggers like to step away from the camera once and a while. But saying that, there’s always Instagram.