This weekend, we had a weekend at Camp Fizzy. A proper one. With rest and everything.
On Saturday, the beloved husband did DIY while I went the pub (I missed him terribly). We curled up as a family to watch Strictly. Today, there was a feast for breakfast, a long dog walk with bestie, then Sunday lunch with my tribe, impromptu pancakes and reading time. For once there was no work.
Someone should have told me that weekends are great! I should do this more often. I tell other people that they need to press the reset button and breathe out but I don’t do it. It’s a good job I know I’m an eejit.