Monday musings

Holey moley, how time flies. This year I am mostly immensely under pressure, but kind of enjoying it. January zoomed passed in a whirl of assignment-writing (omega-3 and depression - bottom line: eat fish) and freelancing (new job at Mind). It left me in tears a few times, and of course there was massive guilt over missing the school drop-ins and giving up weekends with the family. It go to the point where Small Girl would start the day with, "who's looking after me today mummy?" .

But, now its February. Valetine's Day, no less (we celebrated on Friday so we're off the hook tonight!). This morning Small Girl and I took her bike out for the first time. It's a Barbie pink nightmare of a contraption, but was a hand-me-down from a gift horse, so we accepted gratefully. Also, it's fairly light. Which is a good thing, as I would say the riding: carrying ratio was about 10:90. Still, great she wanted to go for it. And she took the falls with good humour.

We ended up at the 'Mosa, our favourite local cafe/deli. They do a fluffy babyccino with, most importantly, a little individually-wrapped chocolate on the side. We're there a couple of times a week, no other cafe can quite match it (if only they knew how easy it is to woo kids!). Then we headed to the post office and bought some packing tape. The footrest on the M&P buggy has broken, for the THIRD time. This time I am refusing to cart it into town and instead they are picking it up, but it needed to be packaged in a box they have sent.

We got back just before lunch, the usual mixture of rice cakes, cheese, houmous, cucumber. I have learnt that, apparently, kids will eat anything as long as they are exposed to it often enough. SG dislikes cucumber, so I give her a nibble every day, and we'll see how long it takes for her to come round. It's been two months so far, but she's stubborn.

Which brings me to comment on my last post. When I wrote it, SG was being a little tike. Since she's turned three though, an amazing thing seems to have happened... she listens! She is an utter pleasure to be with. Obviously not all the time, but I do feel as though we have turned a corner and I am mightily relieved. We are friends again. Phew!