For the past few days I have awaken with a heavy head full of decisions to be made.
Decisions Decisions decisions!
Need to decide what to eat for breakfast,
what to wear
what the children should wear
what the next step should be
should we add one more therapy
Can we afford it.
Rework the budget maybe
what schools would be good for both children
big school, small school, homeschool, no school
personal tutor maybe.
Fix the house, sell the house, hell we need a new car
Really and truly who willingly becomes an adult to face all of these decisions
So instead I enjoy a game of hide and seek with my children.
Mummy ! Come find us, we’re hiding!
Count to ten!! PLEASE!! No peeking!
So I say -10, 9,8, 7,654321 Ready or not here I come.
And set about to looking for my children who are happily laying on the couch barely hidden by a pillow. Amidst the giggling and sh-sh-shs I say has any one seen a little boy or a little girl… are they under the stairs — NO!! what about on the ceiling? No!!
some more giggling as they peep out at me to see that I am coming towards them Shhhh!. Could they be under the couch? NO! Not under the couch! Could they be on the couch—Oh here they are ! Flick –Up goes the pillow sailing through the air. I found you! I found you! Shrieks of wild laughter! Yeah!!
Come on Mummy you go hide!