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This is the fifth attempt at starting a new blog post. If you're reading this, it means I've decided it's good enough (or I've given up on attempting better*).

It's been a busy few weeks. We've had visitors. Well, one. My lovely mother has been over to stay for a while and has kindly let us escape some of the school holidays for a (well deserved?) break away - you know, to see if the husband and I can still stand each other when the kids aren't around.

The house has been wrecked/tidied/wrecked and the kids have never been fed so well nor been entertained/played as much. So you would think the day we 'go back to normal' would be a slowly unwinding, falling back into place kind of day. Instead the kids are still up (there was screeching at bath time) and the husband and I are just a little bit lost without our dinner cooked for us and a welcoming face awaiting us after school/work.

She came in a little car laden down with food/drinks/christmas presents (think Mary Poppins' bag) and has left a full house and full hearts. Just a shame we couldn't convince her to stick around a little longer. The lady has plans.

So we're back to fending for ourselves now. I'm trying to remember how that goes...

And then there's always the next visitors to look forward to - in two days!

*I think this is more likely - got to get back in the 'blog saddle' somehow.


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