Too little to be that big

This morning at 4:30 Quintus left for the weekend with is amazing Uncle Michael.  Last year Quintus and Jason went with Michael on what they called a “Men’s weekend” to my brother in Louis Trichardt.  This weekend would have been the same thing, however Jason opted to stay and go to his friend’s birthday party.

This morning as I woke up Quintus, his body so warm from sleep and the extra heat he gets from sleeping right next to his brother, he seemed so small.  So small to do this…just him.  No Jason.

Even though Quintus and Jason fights like any two brothers, they are extremely close.  Don’t go to sleep without the other.  When they buy sweets at the school tuck shop, they will keep some for the other.  When they can they bring something back from parties they go to.  Pretty much a unit.

The night Jason decided to rather stay, Quintus cried.  He didn’t want to leave Jason behind.  He would miss him too much. 

This morning, after getting dressed and telling me a million times to tell Jason he says goodbye and he is going to miss him, he walked into their room and kissed his sleeping brother good-bye.

That’s a moment I don’t want to forget.  True, honest emotion.

 

So excited

Last week I wrote about how upset I was that Tommie organized a weekend away without discussing it with me.  Pay-back is so sweet.

I booked a weekend away for me and the boys!  Saturday night we are joining my bestest friends for a birthday celebration (party just sounds so kiddie like) for my very own Wenchy.  The boys and I are spending Saturday night in a hotel so proper!

Sunday we are spending at Gold Reef City and will sleep there on Sunday night.  Monday we are spending at Moyo’s to wish our Jax good luck with her wedding.

I’m so excited.  Feels like I’m going on holiday!!!

Like I said.  Pay-back is sweet!

 

Jumping high

Every year the boys play rugby that is held at a holiday resort about 2 hours from us. The play against different schools than the rest of the year. Almost ALL the little rugby boys and girls come and the parents make a long weekend out of it.

This year we decided to take an extra day, so we got here today already. The boys are loving it. Unfortunately I have to work. At least it’s not at home right! And I do take long breaks, to go play putt-putt or jump on the trampolines with the boys. Tomorrow we will probably hit the hot water pools. Oh yeah!

Thing is though. We are sharing our one bedroom place with a friend of ours. A male friend. One bedroom. One bathroom. The ‘living’ area has the kitchen, tiny dining room table and two beds. This is where he sleeps. Still okay all of that but he is anal about keeping things neat. In place. Clean. Orderly.

I have three boys. Who dig things out of their bags and leave it as it. Who eats chips and leaves it there. Who messes. Leaves their shoes around. I’m not talking about them being any different from any other child on holiday. He walks behind my kids and clean up. He wipes around the table where I’m working. I am too scared to put something down or do something wrong. In our own place? (We invited him after we found out he could not book a place) and I feel out of place. Like I have someone watching over my shoulder all the time…oh wait. I do.

BUT once I have all the work done (hopefully by tomorrow night) I will relax and enjoy our time here. Every single moment. With my kids and with my husband. Not him and the friend outside and me and the kids inside.

 

On the road again

We are on our on way home. I am typing this as we are leaving Pongola and have zero visibility on the screen. So if it makes no sense just smile and wave. Do not point and laugh

I can totally see why people love Sodwana so much. There is nothing. No mall, shops, cafe. Niks. just relaxation. I could have stayed there for weeks. I sat on the beach last night and thought how easily I could become a bum. Just sit there and watch the sea all day long. No worries. Catch fish and sleep in a little tent. Then I heard my kids ask for food and I was ripped back to reality

Yesterday was the perfect day on the beach. The boys and I swam and body surfed till we could no more. Zander had a lot of fun pulling his little car behind him and he too got rolled by the sea once or twice.

We seriously considered staying another day but the mom in me decided that the kids need to get back to school.but we do have to go home and face reality.