I have really nothing to say.
Life has been busy - too busy - we've had all the usual madness, we started big school, I hate my figure, there was Christmas, I hate my hair, a holiday, my front tooth cap fell off again ( admittedly it was supposed to be temporary ) and I haven't had a moment to plan anything for the poor Secondborn's upcoming 2nd birthday this weekend. Not that he has any friends or anything anyway .. but I still feel bad. Last night I rustled up a crappy email ( without even a photo or a crappy clipart, or even a nasty animated dancing GIF ) inviting some family over for cake & sushi.
I plan to purchase both.
A word to describe myself: nurturing.
HOWEVER, I have been making quite nice school lunches every day. I'm quite proud. And i've been getting up at 6.30am and everyone is dressed and the beds are made by 8.30am before we walk to school. This is progress, baby.
The 2ndborn continues to exist on a diet of ScoobySnax, Tic-Tocs and icecream.
I guess there's always a slight margin for improvement.