January can be a really tough month, and as the end of the month (pay-daaaaaaaaay!) approaches I have been thinking a lot about happiness. It’s so easy to get bogged down with the shit parts of life, especially at this time of year. The high of Christmas has dissipated, the funds available in my bank have equally dissipated, the house is bare of all the sparkle that came with December (seriously, my face when the Christmas tree arrived!) and life is back to normal, monotonous days filled with washing, de-cluttering post Christmas, still trying to find homes for all the new toys that don’t involve making my house look like a pre-school on hallucinogenic drugs.
Originally I was going to title this post something generic like “Kids Crafts for Rainy Days” but I would be lying to you if I said we only ever stayed in and utilised ‘Mum’s Craft Days’ when the weather is shit. In fact, we do this quite often, especially since the arrival of Wills.
Today you have been on this huge planet for half a year. 6 months. 26 weeks (and 1 day). 183 days. 4392 hours! The time has quite literally flown by. It feels like only yesterday that the only figure I could have written on paper was half a minute.
In a previous post I talked about lessons that I have learned in the last 3 years about parenthood. Lesson #2 that I am about to talk about pretty much goes hand in hand with facilitating lesson #1.