Rethinking the Hermit Thing…

You know, recently I have gotten so over all the comings and goings, and having to be places, and running around, and for a while I really thought it would be rather nice if I could just never leave the house again. I’d just home school the kids, grow all our own food and become a totally feral hermit… think of all the time I’d save by never having to wash again?

But then today we headed off across the city for a play date. The little boy got to hang out with two of his mates. The big girls have fallen in love with a new boy (on kinder holidays for one day and already Zoe has forgotten her raptor chasing boy friend and fallen hard for a new guy) and the Mum (that would be me) spent the day chatting and enjoying excellent company.

As we drove home in the sunshine, singing along to the Shrek soundtrack at the tops of our voices (thanks Julia), I decided that maybe the hermit lifestyle wasn’t quite for me. Yeah the not having to wash part is appealing (kidding.. just kidding) but I’d miss out on days like these, and that would really be ‘terribly crappy’ as Zoe would say.

Off to have a shower now…