Summer, Pets and Going Off on a Tangent

Well I didn't think this through with when to start a blog!

Summer holiday, the time when there's less free time as the free time is taken up entertaining the little man, later bedtime (for him, not necessarily me!), coupled with a warmer time of the year (and like many others with MS there's that 'lovely' phenomenon of Uhthoff's syndrome).

I'm snatching some time whilst my son is at a martial arts session (I should really learn what course he's on - he's having fun though and that's the important part!) to try and pull together my next post. (Although it has still taken me a few days to actually publish the post.)

Whilst today is a cooler day there's been those hot days this week. Days when I'm glad the paddling pool is one with rigid sides so all it needs is water to hold up the sides - no wasting energy pumping up the sides.
The homemade iced tea with lemon juice ice cubes went down a treat and once a jug was made up all I had to do was pour.

This week I also attempted to find my guinea pig a friend (her sister died a couple of weeks ago). We had a road trip - well to a guinea pig it's a road trip - to the rehoming/rescue centre.
Two hours there meeting various sows and neutered boars we (the lady at the centre and I) came to the conclusion that my little lady may be happier on her own for now.
The question to be asked: does the owner take after the pet or vice versa or - now this is a bit out there - is there a draw to a certain pet over others because they're alike to their owners in the first place, personality and all?
The likelihood being we find similarities in life where we want to and pay less attention to those parts that don't fit our ideas. Like psychology says if something has emotional significance, we notice those occasions it's there. Just like suddenly noticing the new car (well same model and colour) you got - because it's not that common - everywhere.

But I'm going off on a tangent....
How are the summer holidays going?? Honestly, we're off to a rocky start. Am I dreading the six weeks? No... it's now less than six weeks! But seriously, no, the rocky start is behaviour that could happen any time of the year and we (My son and I) have the time to talk and discuss things through - as best as you can with a five year old - and hopefully (I live in a bit of dreamworld) end up in a better place at the end.
I did brave the supermarket this morning with my boy, we had tried to be there before 9am like a friend had managed the previous day with her girl. Why I thought this would happen I don't know, but we did make it there just after 9am. It was definitely the time to go, a lot quieter and manageable. I even had my own assistant to help load up the belt whilst I packed (namely my son), even if it did cost me... 50p!

As much as this week has been a test the MonSter in me has only reared its head with the heat but it hasn't stopped me!