Today was day two of the Great Report Writing Marathon.
Right about now, muscle melt-down and a pair of sneakers is looking better than this experience has been, but as I keep telling Ross "This is what lets me have school holidays with you. If I didn't write reports then we wouldn't be able to go on holidays together."
And while he accepts that, there are times when I wonder if having each evening and weekend free would more than compensate for the holidays... but I digress.
As I entered hour (insert ridiculously high number here) I had a noise seep in through the bottom of the door.
It got louder, and began to soak through the walls.
It got louder still, and engulfed my entire being... so I went to investigate...
Oh the joy that can be had with a frozen lunch cooler..... and your dad's trackies!
And yes, I did join in.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.