Well, it's Monday morning yet again. Another weekend down.
We're supposed to be on the Gold Coast this week, having a bit of a family break at Seaworld while Skip did some work. Unfortunately, plans changed and Skip will just do a fly-through trip, quick presentation and then home, while I do some more single-parenting. Sigh. At least the sun is out today.
Our weekend was good though. A perfect mix of fun time, alone time and family time. Friday night I roasted a chicken, the first time since the Canadian burnt chook fiasco of 1996. I didn't burn it this time, thank goodness. Saturday we braved the rain to breakfast with friends and later in the day baked banana bread. That night Skip and I went to a party, a house party, no less! I can't remember the last time I went to a house party sans kids. It was to farewell some friends who are moving overseas for a couple of years (lucky buggers). It was terrific fun to catch up with old friends and pretend to be young and carefree.
Father's Day we treated Skip to Bircher museli, banana bread and coffee before heading off to the Campbelltown Show. Skip loves to take a Sunday drive and this way we had a destination that the kids loved. Dodgy merry-go-rounds and dodgem cars, cow milking, acrobats and strange carny folk with missing teeth. The show had it all. Lunch at Maccas topped off a grand day, before we drove home.
How was your weekend?