7 Days

Worn out. Sunday night and I’m done.

Big weekend down here in old NZ, our incumbent Prime minister John Key and the National Party have won the election by a landslide indicating a firm shift to the right by New Zealand voters. Nothing too out of the box but the amount of people not bothering to go to the polls at all is pathetic.
Ironically, during one of the wettest weekends in recent memory we cleared an existing garden, laid the sleepers and began levelling the ground for a jumbo sandpit for Nixon, and we went to the pools with Ethan’s rugby team (amidst torrential downpours).  A little bit of sun to go with our springtime activities wouldn’t have gone amiss!
Big week though;

• Ethan was awarded Player of the Year at his Rugby Prizegiving!
• One day, Nixon restarted the washing machine 5 times before we got through a full cycle, it was hilarious. SO WAS NOT HILARIOUS.
• E spent four days on Kawau Island at school camp and loved every second of it. I thought I’d love every second of the very quiet week too, but I really just missed him.
• I walked 3 kms every day for 7 days, measly I know but I do haul ass while I’m doing it
• Husband is the best.  We came home from our wintery swimming excursion to a messy, messy house and we power cleaned it together, including vacuuming, 3 loads of laundry sorted, some spring cleaning done and happy kid status maintained throughout yah!  And then he cooked dinner x
• Bitches be bitchin’ at the moment right?  Serious nastys going on the world of health and fitness blogging {and other places}, play nice ladies
• Lightbox, Lightbox, Lightbox.  We LOVE you.  For real.  Lightbox combined with our Igloo for PPV All Blacks test matches is the best most economical formula of paid premium content I can fathom.  Peace out Sky, I will not be back.

Have a fab week my pretties x

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