The Vikings are here. Grab your loved ones, round up the livestock and run for the hills.
Both my mum and my cousin, Josephine, have been visiting us for the last week, and I feel like I’m about ready to run for the hills, if only so I can get a few hours quiet to myself. Both Saturday and Sunday were spent driving, sightseeing, driving, shopping, dining, driving, keeping Caira happy, driving, stopping myself from kicking mum and more driving (thank you Mariah <3) but beyond that it hasn’t been at all bad. I cannot give a full report until everyone has gone home lest I get my arse kicked in turn, but I’ll say provisionally that it hasn’t been that bad.
I’ve locked horns with mum through the week over my approach to raising Caira and I’m going to say first that yes, you’ve opened my eyes about certain things. I’ve been callous about certain matters and I’ve taken others for granted, but some things I’m going to stand firm on and always will.
I’ll leave raising Caira aside and say that the weekend was fun. I only have one photo from the Hoover dam, yesterday, online right now, but we went down through Boulder City and Lake Meade and out to the Hoover Dam yesterday, which was honestly a lovely evening, long drive aside. Caira went to play in a park afterwards and wound up running around half naked because her pants were too big for her. She loved playing with the other children, and trotted around after some five-year old boys, swinging out of…everything and actually playing with them for once. I’m halfway of the opinion that we need to adopt some older children to have around her.
We finished the evening with dinner at the Boulder Dam Brewing in downtown Boulder City. Nice setting, okay food.
And now the weekend is over, woe is me.