Last night I rolled into bed with the clock still in the eleven's. I can't remember the last time I was in bed in the eleven's. If I'm being completely honest I can't remember the last time I saw the twelve's on the clock either. It seems these days, being an adult... and an adult Mama... and an adult Mama who is trying to build an online business... leaves little opportunity for a long, restful night's sleep. But I will not complain for a second, as I am doing exactly what I want to be doing and all good things require effort and take time and energy. And this weekend, I threw a great night out with the girl's into the mix... which meant by Sunday evening, could hardly keep my peepers open.
But I really miss blogging. Blogging here, visiting the beautiful blogs of so many others and simply having the extra hour or so to blog hop and find brand new gems. I miss keeping a regular record of my boy's little milestones, funny incidents and special memories. It's all there, in my head, just doesn't quite make it to the page. All I know is that the weeks are flying. Angus loves school and learning and making friends and playing sport and running around like a wild boy after school with mates. Felix is a spirited combination of testing and utterly delightful. Our routine is fairly well locked down now and we manage a couple of nice play dates each week with lovely friends. As for me, I have never felt busier. Aside from the usual cooking, cleaning and chasing the boys around, I am running three mornings a week... early, real early... which makes for some incredible sunrise viewings in the park. And of course, sewing for Button Tots. All in a day's work!