While my husband was in Edinburgh this weekend on my younger brother's stag do and desperately trying to maintain a 'cool, hip dad' veneer as opposed to an 'approaching forty and more interested in a lie in than a night out' vibe (we all know the truth), my little ones and I headed to my mum's house to spend some time feeding the horses hay, feeding the chickens grain, and feeding ourselves way too much chocolate. We've returned home with our bellies fuller and rounder (very cute if you're two and four but not such a good look if you're thirty eight and heading to the sunshine in a few days and wanting to wear a bikini). Oh, and we also spent some time practising our 'best smiles', one dude grasping the idea a little quicker than the other ...
I threw our routine out of the window; the boys eating when hungry as opposed to official mealtimes, and also staying up to say goodnight to the sun instead of being separated from it by heavy duty blackout blinds. I read the latest edition of Porter from cover to cover and put my feet up with a glass of wine. An ordinary weekend to some but a lovely one to me when I'm usually trying to fit a million things in and often forgo watching a beautiful sunset in lieu of putting the boys to bed, tidying up and then burying my head in my laptop.
With Paul now having a couple of weeks off work and us having a few days away planned, I've decided to spend even more time away from my laptop and am not planning to write anything on The Ordinary Lovely for around two to three weeks. It's not really an attempt to gain a better balance between real and online life; I actually think I've got quite a good hold on that. It's not even about 'stepping back' in order to live in the moment more as opposed to documenting it. A lot of bloggers have been talking about that recently and while I completely understand it, I don't feel that I share a great deal about my boys or our lives that it's necessary to adjust what I write about or how often I post.
It's mostly so that I can slow down for a while and reduce the amount of 'noise' in my head. I have so many ideas and half-started projects and notebooks filled with lists and inspiration that I want to step away and mull things over without any distractions ... other than my two little dudes and lots of splashing about in a pool in Greece ... and quiet dinners with my husband and catching up on Game of Thrones. The simple things, right?
So I'm going to bid you adieu for a short while but will still be around and about on Twitter and Instagram if you have any good gossip or if you want to see lots of smug selfies by the pool in Kos. I'm guessing that you don't but I'm going to post them anyway. I believe your Instagram account gets deleted if you're on holiday you don't post at least one shot of your flip flop-clad feet next to a beautifully blue pool or yourself lounging with a book in one hand and cocktail in the other. Sorry, it's the law according to Instagram. There's nothing that I can do about it.
Until the next time ...
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.