The Outlaws approach from across the ocean - which heralds both a great Heart-Joy and also rational fear about the logistics of meshing five lives and schedules and agendas for 3 weeks. And ultimately, so much of it comes down to chemistry and making things jive in the moment.
You can't plan it into working...
just float.
In other news, we've just survived a weekend with two 10-year old girls having a campout sleepover in the front garden, and both my partner and I were totally overwhelmed by the realities of kids-in-life. A baby feels easy-peasy after that! We have a proper teenager on our hands these days, and it's a real adventure.
In other news, I'm making baby-sit-up pillows. Using old stuffing from other pillows. Which may or may not go as planned, but gives me a good task for my hands while waiting for the outlaws to arrive.
duh---dah..... duh---dah... (this is the Jaws theme song).
