That holiday whizzed by didn’t it? My other half and big two are grumbling this morning as their alarms go off and they have to head back to normality. Syd has until tomorrow, which means I do too.
I have loved having everyone at home, but it does throw a spanner in the works as far as routine is concerned. Now I like a break from routine. I love no lunch boxes or early morning rush. Syd however is a different matter. He may well love being home with everyone all day, but he definitely misses the organised activity provided by his thrice weekly pre-school visits and pyjama clad mornings are leaving him with too many beans come the evening. Tantrums have been plenty, bedtime has gone totally awry and I am looking forward to getting him back to normal!
And I am looking forward to having a break from cheese. And biscuits. And chocolate. As someone who has a tendency to overeat given the weakest of excuses, Christmas has seen me gain a couple of pounds and lose all sense of normal eating. Dinner?! No thanks, I will have some shortbread and then some Wensleydale and cranberry, maybe some Boursin, then chocolate sea horses for afters. I never thought I would say this, but oh how I crave a green leaf of some sort today. Or some homemade soup.
We reclaimed the lounge yesterday. The glorious tree, probably the best one we ever had, has gone. It looked so forlorn once the decorations had been removed and I almost felt sorry for it as my other half hack sawed it to get it in the car to take it to the tip. Poor tree. I would have kept you, but frankly I woke up on the second of January and wondered why we had a dead tree in the lounge? It really is a peculiar tradition when you think about it too closely. The fairy lights on the book-case are staying up. I like them, and the teen says it looks very ‘Tumblr’, which I think is a compliment?
So onwards into the new year. 2015. How the jiggins is it 2015? That sounds distinctly futuristic to me and utterly unlike it should be the present. I still think the decade starts with a 19.. most days. I better start the ringing round of leasing agents to remind them we are still looking this morning I guess. There is a mountain of neglected washing nagging me from the corner of my vision and I should definitely get back in the routine of blogging more regularly after enjoying a rather relaxed approach the last fortnight.
Mind you, Syd is still on his Christmas holidays and there is still some shortbread in the tin, and well, normality can wait one more day right?!
Love Miss Cisco XXX