However, I'm happier with some sort of routine. I seem to have the ability to relax so much that everything goes out the window - meals, bedtime, bath, shopping, even getting dressed some days. And then suddenly I don't like it.
Take today for example. All we have to do is go to the shops and buy some food for the weekend. Meanwhile we are both still in pyjamas and I'm still urging DD to finish her breakfast (of which she has had about two bites). Did I mention that it's now 11 o'clock and the shops here shut at 2 pm on a Friday?
day at the zoo, a day by the sea, our first proper play date without mummies, and yesterday we went to visit friends for the day. Next week we have another pool day and another seaside day and I expect we will go to the zoo again. We take the bike out to the park most afternoons (well even I can get my act together by 5pm). We haven't done the canals in Independence Park yet so we'd better do that next week as well.
You see there is only one week left. You wouldn't think it by the lack of building activity for DD's new nursery across the road. After two days breaking ground and clearing all the rubble (but only as far as a rubble mountain at the back of the plot) everything seems to have stopped. Ho hum...
In short, I've had enough. I'm ready for September. I'm ready for a routine and a timetable with nicely contained hours or half hours in which to relax and play. Activities that have to be finished after a certain period so that the next one can be fitted in - even if it's just bath and bed by a reasonable time. These endless days of 'do-what-you-like' stretching forever and beyond into the middle of the night (it seems) are doing me in. That's all.