We have had a good week, but its been slow. I’m not sure why, perhaps bad weather, may be the holidays lack of our usual activities. But its felt long.
Currently I’m writing this sat on the sofa, in the near dark as Moose lies next to me, partially consoled about her daddies absence by the fact its half past 8 and she’s still awake and singing – seriously no joke, she’s lying under a quilt on the sofa singing ‘hickery dickory dock’ but her bed and the prospect of sleep incite a almost hysterical response combine with wailings of ‘I want my daddy’. A toughter mama would tuck her in and say good night, but I’m as soft as room temp butter.
So she’s beside me, my little companion in daddies absence
Phone dump, moments from this week
