It’s just another phase.
This is something I have to remind myself of most days. The not going to sleep at a decent time, the early mornings, the not eating fruit and veg, the refusing to get dressed, the only allowing one filling in their sandwiches. It’s just a phase, it will pass. But of course, as soon as one has passed, the next appears, usually even more irritating then the last. (more…)
You know when you’re being really good and healthy, but you know you’re having a pizza take away delivered at the end of the week? You look forward to it all day Friday, planning what you’re going to have and then, when it is finally delivered, you eat it savouring every single mouth watering taste, knowing with each bite, that it’s not agreeing with you. Then the morning after you wake up in a dough hangover haze, swearing you’ll never eat take-away pizza again. Except, by Thursday, you’ve forgotten the bad stuff and are just thinking of that amazing stuffed crust taste washed down with a glass of wine, and can’t wait to do it all over again.
That’s how half term turned out.