A wet, indoor kind of day.
We stumbled through our rhythm.
Breathe in: keep calm.
Breathe out: carry on.
Two green teas were in order.
Pyjamas were worn to playgroup.
"Will I be a man when I'm seven? [No, not for a long time] Good, because I don't want hair on my bum".
I was given the evil eye on more than one occasion.
Someone discovered that high pitched shrieks are an easy way to get people to stand to attention.
Someone else decided that just-folded laundry makes an excellent patchwork tent.
Something needed to be done immediately to remedy they grumpy clouds circling over my head:
Smoothies and kale chips for dinner.
Elizabeth Mitchell's Keep on the Sunny Side.
Bubble bath at 4pm.
Cuddles, kisses, milk and a few chapters from A.A. Milne's Winnie-the-Pooh
A little yoga, a cup of chamomile, a bit of crafting.
Oh, and did I mention a little dip into the chocolate stash?