It's been a week of not standing still. Of rushing from one place to another with barely time to catch my breath. Of seeing old friends and new, and meeting a very small person for the first time. So it's been a lovely week, but it's also been a week in which the enormity of the project we've undertaken (and perhaps the exhaustion caused by it) finally threatened to overwhelm us. A week of two halves perhaps.
I don't think any book or antenatal class can prepare you for just how emotionally exhausting parenting can be. How the sheer slog, day in day out, the relentless effort it takes to leave the house, or to try and convince your child to eat, or to have a moment in which you aren't reading the Wizard of Oz aloud (five times today and its only 9am), can all jumble together and take it's toll. But underneath it all, even though sometimes you just want some peace, or to drink a mug of tea, there is the (often) overwhelming love you feel for your child. So you keep going, you read the Wizard of Oz for the sixth time, because it always feels worth it. Even when the bags under your eyes are drooping so low they're saying hello to your cheekbones.
So yeah, it's sort of been one of those weeks. As per my New Year non-resolution resolution, here are the positives!
I had an evening away, and it was lovely. I sometimes find myself daydreaming about a decent nights sleep, or a whole night to myself, but when it happens I really really don't want to leave the boy. But then I do, and it's fine, and he's fine, and I return home to find he's barely even noticed my absence.
I'm a bridesmaid in the summer, so I popped down to Portsmouth to catch up with a couple of very good friends and have a fitting for my dress. It's very 1950's - I know you guys will appreciate just how much this pleases me. I also managed to squeeze in a visit to London to see another good friend and meet her beautiful baby for the first time. Cuddles with a squishy baby can heal even the blackest of moods. It's a proven fact.
I find that when the days are grey and my mood is low, out comes the colour from my wardrobe. These yellow tights are my current faves. Weirdly, they seems to go with lots of things, and add instant pep to any outfit. And can we all just take a minute to appreciate the beauty of my red vanity case? Thank you.
I've been feeling the influence of my beloved Granddad recently. He loved to feed the birds and his garden was always full of feeders, and bird baths, and lot's and lot's of birds. The farm was used for horses before we moved here and big open spaces and no plants equals NO birds. So it's sort of become a bit of a personal mission to bring the birds back to the Farm. And yes, I have feeders galore, and hubby has promised to make a little bird house for me today. The obsession is now mine. It's paying off though, and we now count robins, blue tits, great tits, and coal tits amongst our regular visitors. My favourites have to be the family of Goldfinches who visit almost every day.
And finally ... here's my dog Maynard completely disrespecting my 'dog blanket on the amazing chair at all times' rule. Just because he can. Have a lovely week!