You know, there’s something really yuck about this time of year. I’m finding the days go verrrrrrry slowly. Summer we spent long days outside, and same with fall, even well into November. Then of course there’s Christmas where we busied ourselves with Christmas concerts and events. We travelled in January. But now late winter just drags on, and on and on. It rains most days. M takes a long nap in the morning, so P and I stay home. Then I rush him off to preschool and M and I head home for nap #2. When I’m home the list of chores just seem endless – there’s always laundry to fold or food to prepare or 8000 pieces of Duplo to pick up.
Today I’m breaking the rules, and M is crashed out next to me on a banquette at a local cafe. P is in daycare and I’m sitting her typing to you and reading a book I got at the library.