I’ve been faithful to my ‘Project 52’ but it’s been awhile since I’ve featured one of photos here on the site. This week however, I just had to share because I made a fun little .gif to companion my photo submission. The theme was ‘After 5pm’.
Last night I was trying to eek out just a few more minutes of work before turning my full attention to the family. Luke was wearing thin, when that boy’s belly is empty he ain’t happy. I heard him digging through the pantry and when I finally looked over I grabbed my camera because this is what I saw:
It epitomizes what it’s like after 5 pm in our house these days. It’s hot so the kids are half dressed (or in this case not dressed). The house is a mess, everyone’s hungry…including the dog apparently.
I laughed, picked up the bag and put it away but he came back for more. What can I say, little dude was hungry.
Have a nice day 🙂
It’s been a funny old week here as we settle into new routines and I’ve taken extra comfort from these small happy moments as they appear throughout my day. They help me feel grounded when I feel a bit cast adrift. John and I find ourselves in the house during the day without children for the first time in seven years, and it’s very strange. We go running together. We eat lunch at the table together. It’s all very civilised, but it feels odd too. I haven’t relaxed into it yet. So far, Angus appears to love school. He goes in happily, produces a prolific amount of drawings, paintings and junk modelling (mostly abstract as far as I can tell) and tells us sweet snippets of his day, such as when he played football with one boy or how he enjoyed doing PE in the Big Hall. But after school…oh my goodness. He is stroppy, argumentative, oppositional and altogether difficult. From the minute he leaves the classroom it begins. I didn’t bring the car. We are walking. He doesn’t want to walk. We get home. He’s ravenous and has a snack. He wants his tea. We sit at the table to eat and he wont eat any tea. He’s so tired that I have to feed him. He wants to go to bed but refuses to get undressed or get into the bath. And on it goes… He’s just finished his first full week at school and he’s exhausted. He’s only four. I feel that school gets the best of him and we the worst, but I know that it’s just for now. He will get used to the longer days and we’ll all be happier.