Eating a late dinner last night because my son had beavers. I ask him about it and also his day at school.
"It's Thursday tomorrow isn't it mummy? Thursday is my best day!"
"Why's that baby?" I say, thinking he has music and PE.
"Because there's no beavers, no after school club, no things to do. I just come home and play with you! It's my favourite day!"
"I love it too," I say, grateful that I don't yet 'work'.
I also think that Thursday is my 'B' day; Bidding and Boot Camp.
The bad and the brilliant, the loathe it and love it, the shit and the strengthening.
I don't tell him that though. Nor will I tell him there was nothing to bid on today, the three (three..what chance has anyone got?) choices being too far from his school.
I have my son all this weekend. Oh happy thought!
Now, I have work to do and only an hour to do it in before my baby comes back!