The childfree balloon is starting to deflate. I woke up and wished that our poppets were tucked into their beds in the room next door. But instead they were miles away basking in grandparental adoration.
Instead, I had a long work call where I did not fear if 80 minutes of TV was warping my children's minds or if Sophie would appear any moment at my knee and announce in a very loud voice that she had poopy.
I picked cherry tomatoes off the vine and didn't have to share them.
I was a lady who lunched with my dear school chum and imminent novelist, Lisa Pasold.
I organised the long-neglected papers in my office, interspersed with surfing the net.
And finally, I headed off along Dundas St. for 90 minutes of uninterrupted time to wander the halls of the renovated Art Gallery for Ontario - for free. As my friend Colin said at the crowds "Whoever knew that there were so many freeloaders in Toronto!" Mind you, he is freeloader #1 as it was his 3rd free Wednesday.
One more day to go. What will we get up to? Any suggestions?
water balloon jamboree (fight sounds so unsportly).... throw little biodegradable rubber balls filled with water for the pure childish glee of it.....
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