Funny how the most detailed of plans can not work out when you’re a parent. This weekend, all plans to explore new eateries, cafes, shoe shop, and grab a nail session went out of the window the moment I saw Liam’s school number flash on my screen just 2 hours after drop-off on Friday. And having the school call you when you least expect and when it’s not near pick-up time is rarely good news…
No way. I had elaborate plans on the places we were gonna check out, take some nice photos of the family as I crossed over the 30 line in a matter of hours, and eat rave-reviewed food that was worth every single calorie. But of course, when you’re a parent and you have a sick kid – oh make it two, since it spreads faster than you can separate them apart – more often than not plans stay as plans…until it happens.
We took a quiet one this weekend. Not what we had in mind but a much needed one it turned out to be. We needed the boys to stay out of the way (and they did because their sick bodies needed lots of rest) while we ran out to get more storage furniture for the home and packed more stuff into boxes to give away. I was pretty flabbergasted by the amount of stuff we’ve accumulated over the last 6 years – some still with tags and in it’s original packaging, clearly the forgotten ones – yet happy that some of these items went to good homes, homes that had a use and need for them.
The Bo & I got our fair share of back aches and muscle cramps by the end of the weekend, but our hearts weighed a lot lighter as we got rid of a bulk of clutter, 10 years worth of personal clutter that had formed a huge extended family.