I've just noticed that this is my 300th post. Good grief. That's a lot of babbling about nothing in particular.
It's miserable in St Ives today. It's raining and windy. Normally I don't mind too much, but today it's given me reason enough to stay inside and potter about my cosy home. I have a few errands to do, but all in good time. I'm planning roast chicken for our evening meal, a spot of baking with lemons and blueberries and a general chill. Because what with one thing and another, it's been quite a week
Olly is at nursery. Boy was he grouchy this morning. I think he's ready for some time off. I think we all are. Our countdown to the holidays has begun. Sam fell asleep in the car on the way home from his progress evening (all good. Disorganised, like most boys apparently, but we can do something about that). Alfie asked to go to bed (literally unheard of). Olly only wanted one bed time story (couldn't keep his eyes open). Marc couldn't raise his head from the pillow this morning (although I suspect he was hiding from the usual morning madness....).
And me? Well for one reason or another, I haven't slept so good for about a week now. I am due some rest and relaxation. Hence the pottering day. My head isn't as fuzzy as it was earlier in the week. And the jitters have gone. I'm looking forward to having my hair cut (should I go even shorter), going out on Saturday evening with my lovely husband, researching wood burners (eeek!) and taking Olly to his first trip to the cinema (wish me luck).
I have ditched my latest attempt at trying to lose weight. What was I thinking? I still hate this extra tyre that I can't seem to shift since having Olly. But I need to be realistic and truthful to myself. I ain't gonna be dieting at this time of year. Fact. I also need to sort out why I am so fatigued. The bloods have been taken, and we shall see what we shall see next week.
Have a lovely weekend everyone.