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Well, that was a funny old Christmas. Lovely. But over so quickly. There was a fair bit of illness but I’m glad, in a way, that it happened over the festive hols when we had no obligation to be anywhere (well, we did but cancelled).
All of the children go back next week and, without sounding like a sad sap, I’m not really looking forward to it. Usually, I get annoyed with mothers who blog how much they will miss their kids – like somehow they’re relationship is extra special – but this time I’m one of them. Fickle is my middle name. And Hypocrite.
I am also returning to college and have that Sunday night feeling already. I don’t, if I am honest, want to go. At all. Although that feeling brooks no argument with anyone here. It’s just so stressful, fitting it in. And hard. The work is hard. Whine. Whine.
Obviously, with my goldfish-like memory I forget how bored I became at home. How my life felt like it shrunk. How I forget that a career, money and a pension of my own would be really rather fabulous.
So, in the spirit of forgetting, here’s what I would like to do in the home and garden this year (studying allowing):
This aren’t new year resolutions but it is good to have goals. Perhaps I should add ‘blog a bit more’ to the list but I am a Lazy Blogger so perhaps not. Thank you for all your lovely comments on my last post though, I really was surprised anyone was still out there!
Do you have any plans for this year?