Weekends for me are like a cool breeze. Or a chance to breathe and prepare myself for the week ahead. I have a whole to-do list to kick through, and if I don't get to cross everything off, I feel a little disappointed.
Tiny kicked off the weekend by being awake for over three hours in the middle of the night. Thank you for that. I've reintroduced myself to tired-ness. Not that we weren't well-aquainted. Tired-ness and I stretch way back to when I was first pregnant with the Doctor. We're tight.
Tiny kicked off the weekend by being awake for over three hours in the middle of the night. Thank you for that. I've reintroduced myself to tired-ness. Not that we weren't well-aquainted. Tired-ness and I stretch way back to when I was first pregnant with the Doctor. We're tight.
I'm tidying up. Getting things organised. Trying madly to avoid Twitter. Baking. Shaking. Stitching. I'll show you my latest stitchy efforts when I get a little further into it.
Above is a very grainy photo of the Doctor and I. The Doctor is sporting his new swimming goggles. He likes to wear them all day long. To the shops. In the car. Around the house. In the bath. I like him to wear them too, it makes me giggle. Magical little people.
