A jetlag fuelled 6.00am wake up by both kids starting the day. Feeling amazingly energized after a night of only three feeds and numerous shushings, I began a pliates class courtesy of Netflix. The 36 minute video lasted about an hour as T. needed rocking, cooing and pacifying, while R. insisted on lying on my legs during the "pilates leg circle" exercises. I did, however, thoroughly enjoy the sweat inducing video and learned that I am unable to complete one push up, my shoulders feel like they will implode.
Our day turned into "operation declutter". A day of cleaning with kids, meaning not a lot gets done, but the bath has been scrubbed and some laundry has made it to the washing machine. Regardless of the lack of productivity, a day at home with the family cannot be beaten. Rose runs around with her constant wants, "Mummy, I want peanut butter, Mummy I want up, Mummy I want to hold baby Tom, Mummy I need water, Mummy I want to go outside, Mummy, I don;t want to go on the GUs walk." How can you not love that! Tom is an absolute delight. He happily stare at his homemade mobile, while we bustle about around him. He smiles and coos when you talk to him. His fluffy hair seems to be red in the sunlight.
Now, at 6.45pm, both bairns are in bed and we have an evening of football, reading, knitting, beer ahead of us. How can you not love this day?
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