29/08/2026
Have you ever stood in a rock pool in that were absolutely the wrong footwear decision, navigating the last week of the long-anticipated summer holidays, and thought: here we are then, again.
Looking forward to routine again. Not looking forward to routine again. Both true.
Looking forward to the kids going back to clubs - hello, full sentence, possibly even a wee alone. Not looking forward to it either, because underneath the chaos you've quite liked having them around, even mid-meltdown, even trailing sand you'll be finding at Christmas.
Anticipating new beginnings. Excited for new beginnings. Also hoping the anticipation turns into something good and not the usual flat disappointment you can spot from a mile off.
And somewhere under all of it, quieter than the rest, another summer done. One more you'll never get back exactly like this. One summer closer to a version of them that doesn't need you in the rock pool at all, doesn't want you there, has their own plans, their own people, their own Birkenstocks making their own bad footwear choices without you.
So yes, you're counting down to routine. But you're also, secretly, holding on to this one a little tighter than you're letting on 💕
That's not you being complicated. That's just what the last week of the holidays does to you ✨️
