Monday was the start of the February break for my two. We braved the train to take them up to their dad's for a few days. I can't complain - Max had woken at about 3am that morning, so he was knackered enough to sleep most of the journey, and Zack was a star. As always!
Max has this thing about train stations, though. He hates them. He wants to be *on* the train, but not waiting for it, and definitely not getting off of it!
Needless to say his dad and nan heard him well before they saw him!
Tuesday meant a jaunt to Hobbycraft with my mum and dad. Well, Dad was the chauffeur, among other things, while Mum and I got to ooh and ahh at everything around the place! I've never been in such a large place dedicated to art and crafting - it was bliss!
Wednesday saw a completely lazy day for me. I woke up of my own accord, at around half 9, and stayed in bed reading for an hour. Enjoyed a gorgeous lonnnnng shower, without the accompaning interruptions that usually occur when Zack ABSOLUTELY MUST tell me something STRAIGHT AWAY and open the door to the bathroom which lets all the heat out and freezes me. So that was just lovely!
By Thurday I was looking forward to picking up my boys.
It turns out that now they're sleeping well? It's a lot easier to be able to deal with them, even if one of us is having an off day!
It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and matched my mood! :)
Friday was a staying in day, as the boys (namely Max) were recovering from their much enjoyed (by Zack, at least!) trip "Up North", as we call it.
Plus I had a tesco delivery due in the afternoon!
Ahhh the Saturday morning lie in... I've almost forgotten what it's like to have one that's uninterrupted.
Mind you, they'd set up the netbook with some games that Max was giggling at while Zack played, so it wasn't too bad!
Oh! And I almost forgot last Sunday's photo:
My lil Rocky Cat likes to sleep on my head. No idea why!
It's a rubbish photo, technically, but it may end up being the last photo I have of my not-so-wee friend, as he's been missing since Thursday night.
SO unlike him. He's always - and I mean *always* - at the back door, first thing, mewing to get in, desperate to get fed. I can never get anything done until he's fed, as he'll do his damnest to trip me up and get in my way!
The fact that he's been away two mornings now is, really quite worrying.
Here's hoping the wee bugger's just gone walkabout, or befriended a little old lady who's feeding him up and not the worst-case-scenarios that are going through my head.
Way to end on a high note, eh? ;)