Library, normal routine, trying to get us all out of the house. After a couple of stressed-out and not-so-happy weeks, we need to be out. It takes a few days to realise I'm sinking, and a few more days before I can figure out how to fight it. Breaking out of the rut takes concious effort.
As we sat down for lunch I spotted Rowan pilfering a little uht milk packet and had an impressive (but quiet) mama tantrum in the restaurant. I feel like I'm jogging uphill speaking politely to these little people some days. It's not fun. I want better for them than me on a bad day. If only I could banish every impatient, cross, or miserable day!
Little mournful too-tired-to-walk one year old in the taxi on the way home: "Mama, nuk, peeeesh?" The talking, already. Heart, full.
I made a nice big sale this week, and did food shopping for fun things again. The things my children choose when their choices are unlimited really make me laugh. Who wants chocolate, crisps? No, stir fry and avocado are the requested treats!
I finished spinning some really pretty lilac yarn. Excited to ply it. The small things are the things that keep me moving.
Rowan: "Mumma there's a little Mister Spider in the house. Oh, he likes me. That's a problem. Now I can't catch him, he's on my arm!"
Jenna: "I'll get it... Right, let's relocate YOU into the garden before she squashes you by accident..."
Reaching for the light, again.