What a beautiful story.
Bring on Friday.
My Yoga retreat is near.
Bag is packed.
Car is full of petrol.
But first I have to survive Puppy Class tonight. Praying like hell my ratbag dog does not embarrass me!
And than…….. It’s me time.
I had to laugh tonight.
I felt everything in my body. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older, or if it’s carrying around my little heavyweights at different times.
But tonight I felt every stretch, every pose. I’m surprised I wasn’t creaking.
All I can think of if it wasn’t for yoga helping me stretch out my body. I’d probably be walking around like the hunchback of notre dame.
I have booked myself a massage.
An hour massage.
Can we say bliss.
Bring on Yoga Retreat.
Setting the scene the boys helping me cook a cake for Father’s Day.
A beautiful vanilla buttercake mixing. Turn for a second to grab the cake tin. Hear this funny crunching noise, turn around quickly to find Hurricane adding egg shells to the batter.
I’m thinking hubby can have an extra crunchy butter cake made with love from his boys!
I can tell him its added fibre.
To add insult to injury, the cake might have had a little help being pushed off the table.
Arrgghhh who said cooking with kids was fun!