The house is quiet and there are dishes on the sink that I have no motivation to tackle.
And although the inflatable bed is now stripped of sheets and deflated, it still sits on the floor of the girl cave waiting to be packed away.
The fancy red nails I had put on for last week’s wedding are starting to annoy me and I am already making plans to have them removed next week along with plans to take the boys suits to be dry cleaned at some stage.
The last couple of weeks, maybe longer, have been a whirlwind of food, drink and social activity which has left me exhausted and at times more than a little teary but I wouldn’t change any of it for anything else.
Ty left only a short while ago, and for a change there were no tears. At least not on the outside.
I love him, even if I could quite easily slap him at times (and I did) and I am always sad to see him leave. He is now headed north, into the outback on a great adventure and I am more than a little envious of the freedom that a trip like that is.
Although I will leave all that motor bike riding to him, I much prefer the comfort of touring on four wheels.
We have spent the last couple of days of his visit, enjoying the best my state can offer. Breakfast in Central Market, shopping in the Mall, dinner in Gouger street with my family on Saturday. Then yesterday, a day in the Barossa, wine tasting and sight-seeing. A picnic had been planned but the weather conspired against us, being cold and windy all day and forcing us to instead find a cafe for a late lunch of fresh bacon, tomato and avocado bagels.
I need to get ready for work shortly. Back on afternoon shift this week. Last week was huge. Long days but it was still fun. And yes, I am still getting along with the new temp Manager who at this stage will be with us until November.
I probably should have planned this post better. My thoughts are still random, and my mind racing. I need my routine back and perhaps this is my first step to doing that.
School went back today, art class happens tomorrow and very little is planned for next weekend.
Those dishes will get done, and the bed packed up and finally I will get time to paint again.
I have missed that the most.
Miss the times when I could just shut myself away for a couple of hours and paint. It just hasn’t happened for weeks.
But I will. I have some ideas I want to play with. And some new paint.
And no doubt before long I will be grumbling at how predictable and monotonous my life is, completely forgetting just how exhausting (but completely wonderful) a whirlwind of social events and houseguests can be.
Clock is ticking, I need to find my work clothes.
And a new week has begun.