Fireworks this morning for some godforsaken reason, the 18 year old lighting the blue touch paper and stepping back as he shut the door behind him on the way to school. Sue and I getting very hot under the collar over study patterns and sleep or lack thereof. God you wonder what to do trying to manage cauldrons of hormones and doors being slammed off their hinges.
A less than impressive beginning to a week ended by a fine weekend, good waves on Saturday morning, followed by a fun Sunday visiting the littler fella at the nearly ended camp he's been on. Impressed with speeches, circus skills and musical performances, I thought we'd manage to get the week away with smiley faces but alas, 'twas not to be.
Compounding that I have the guilts as I've begun cold calling to build the client base and would rather pull teeth, so I'm blogging between pressing buttons.
Pics: An early surf check, the lineup at Bells and the weather that threatened all day yesterday.
It must have been a harbinger of mornings to come.
3 comments:
Good luck Mick!
I've only a 2-year old and a 4 -year old screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOO to manage :D
greetings,
Eef
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They'll be off your hands soon enough Mick, I promise.
as always, love the photos
You'll probably miss all the tomfoolery one day... it makes for good reading anyway, nice shots Mick.
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