|Embracing the cosy with fairy lights and early nights|
I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that January is always going to be rubbish (and February even worse). And three babies on, I know that 24-7 newborn craziness and the 'argh, I don't know who I am anymore' thing is so, so fleeting.
So this time, I'm embracing it all. I have stubbly legs and straggly eyebrows, the house is messy, I'm eating a lot of Covent Garden soups, I always have a little bit of baby sick on my shoulder. My expectations are low - if I end the day with five people (and a dog) asleep and with full tummies, I am a happy lady. The other stuff can wait.
|Winter dog walks rock!|
And here I am, cosied up in bed, chamomile tea and a Molly-made cookie, fairy lights on, big stack of novels next to me, and a notebook for filling with plans of lovely things to do, places to go and people to see. What's not to like about that?