This weekend was a full jackpot in “adult points” – freely translated from Wikipedia “Adult points is a humous concept about personal characteristics and actions that characterize life as an adult.“
Naturally, being close to the 50, I and the Mr are more than adults, even if we still want to question that fact once in a while.
Never the less, this weekend we have: cleared one of the utility rooms, visited the recycling centre, taken long walks, visited elderly relatives, requested deferral of capital gains tax (to be able to refinance our mortgages) and berated one soon adult son. And now I’m out to clean at least one of the cars.
Yes, I feel very proud and apparently tired (when looking at my face) with all our achievements.