I feel like I've wandered from my path a little. Perhaps it's the post-holiday slump that hasn't quite lifted or the weeks tied to the keyboard in an effort to make deadline. I think it might be something to do with the change of season; the onset of cool, dark mornings where children wake early and beg for porridge before my eyes have fully opened.
Poet is nine months tomorrow. She's been here for as long as I grew her. And just like when Che was the same age, my body is wanting a little more care. I think it must be the nine month lull; where baby reaches a new level of awareness and muma falls into the realm of tired - early nights are a necessity and extra herbal tonics a must.
There's a plethora of things that I want to be doing and I haven't quite got to them yet. My herb garden needs resurrecting and I want to spend more time flicking through paper pages. I need to cut down on sugar and explore (and attempt) the art of self-discipline. I can't wait to plan autumn-inspired meals and watch another episode of this - Rachel Khoo, I think I love you (and your lipstick!)
But enough of my petty woes. Sheesh, what a bore!
This past week I answered some questions about my life (and the children's names). Head over to Naomi's and Katrina's to read a little more...