Sunday was a perfect day. For once, I embraced imperfections instead of trying to rectify them.
It was a perfect day. It was a day like any other day but the ‘little things’ seemed more obvious.
It was a perfect day. My children were happy, hubby was happy and therefore I was happy.
It was a perfect day. The children woke up at 7 a.m. and after I got their pop-up tents out in their bedroom, they played for an hour and hubby took them downstairs. I went back to sleep and stayed in bed until 10 a.m.
It was a perfect day. I felt more rested than I have in months and I went downstairs to gorgeous children watching Frozen.
It was a perfect day. I had a nice cup of tea in peace and browsed my Easter board on Pinterest with the children. We decided to make cress heads and we needed egg shells. We had finished the truffles (link) we had made earlier this week and I was starting to crave chocolate, so we decided to attempt Nigella Lawson’s Everyday Brownies. Four eggs were needed for the recipe.
It was a perfect day. Crevette, Beanie and I made the brownies, adding our little twist of Snickers bits into the mix, just to make them a tad more moreish. As they were in the oven, we washed our egg shells and painted them yellow with the washable paint we had at home.
It was a perfect day. The brownies did not cook properly and the middle oozed through the cooling rack when I turned them around but it did not matter. We managed to salvage the sides and proceeded to eat them, slathered with homemade salted caramel.
It was a perfect day. I felt really sick after eating too much chocolate. It did not matter, I felt better soon after.
It was a perfect day. It was rainy but it did not matter.
It was a perfect day. Our painted eggs were a bit of a disaster. The paint did not dry. It did not matter one bit. We just got the PVC glue out and some tissue paper and covered the eggs.
It was a perfect day. The children made dens in the living room and had a lot of fun as I was putting together lentil and vegetable soup for tonight. I did not have all the ingredients I needed but it did not matter. I improvised.
It was a perfect day. I had a bath, all on my own. No children or hubby in the bathroom. Wriggly was kicking loads and enjoying having her mummy just for herself. I spoke to her. When it was time to rinse my hair, the water was freezing cold, but it didn’t matter.
It was a perfect day. I even managed to get a decent shot of the orchid that flowered this week.
It was a perfect day. It ended with Crevette reading his sisters a bedtime story… the perfect end to a perfect day.