By some kind of miracle I managed to fall asleep before midnight last night and yet I was wide awake again come 2:30am. Strange sleep patterns are perfectly fine during the holidays but now that school has returned and we have a bell to conform to, it’s not exactly ideal.
After a rough and demanding start to the morning, Poet revelled in the fact that she had me all to herself. And whilst I did have work to do, she managed to occupy herself for a few hours, happy with a constant supply of fresh fruit and sandwiches to keep her going.
I can never predict when contented play will align with a demanding work schedule but today it did….and I’m grateful. To make it even sweeter, the sun shone after three days of torrential rain (our water tank is brimming!) and I got four loads of washing on the line.
Little things but by no means inconsequential.