Sunday morning, rain softly pit-patting on the window, surf rolling and crashing. Chirping kids out splashing in puddles fetching me a coffee with their dad.
So far, holidays have been all right. Skip, not having taken leave in such a long time, has managed to take five weeks he'd accrued off - unheard of in these parts.
It's been great having time at home but it's even better to be away. Creating a new daily routine, even if it's just for a couple of weeks.
We drove up the coast, stopping just north of Coffs Harbour to pitch a tent for the night. The three kids loved it. I'm impressed we camped with a 4-month-old. Up the next morning for the next leg and more games of I Spy, we soon arrived at our apartment (which is bigger than our house).
We are enjoying the space, the time. Looking out and seeing the ocean. Sandy feet. Lazy days.
Hopefully I'll feel inspired to write again as inspiration seems to have vanished with Christmas.