Every second weekend, it’s just me and the boys. It used to be every fourth weekend when my partner first started working away, and quite often as that fourth Friday approached I would find myself just a little bit sad that we weren’t quite ‘whole’ for those two sacred days at the end of the week.
As they’ve become more frequent, I’ve noticed a real shift in my attitude and as a result, in how those weekends flow. Last weekend we did almost nothing. There were swimming lessons on Saturday morning, and a market trip and visiting some friends briefly on Sunday, but otherwise just peace. There was lots of play, loads of reading, and an enormous amount of freedom in the knowledge that there was nothing that HAD to be done. We slowed so much that everything felt as though it was grinding to a halt…and it was really good. Life in its most simple, uncomplicated greatness.
Dad flies home tonight, and the excitement in the house is already building. There is always a definite holiday buzz which wraps itself cosily around our days here with him. Lots of fun and extra laughter happens, and he also always brings with him an unexplained element of chaos that having an extra adult in the house seems to generate. The house is livelier, louMmder and larger! It can feel so much more intense, and yet peace and harmony often flows just as readily as when he’s not here. It’s unscripted, it’s just as it is. It’s become the balance of who we are as a FIFO family now. Sometimes all together, sometimes not.
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