So with the small affair that will be Dash's Baby Sprinkle on tomorrow, you would think that I'd find myself compelled to do something to ensure my house is spotless for my guests.
Sure I've vacuumed the carpet and somehow managed to get all of Charlie's toys from the floor to their rightful homes on his shelves, but do you think I can find any motivation to finish tidying my kitchen and dining room? The main area that will be in use tomorrow?
No, of course not.
This whole dilemma is not helped by the fact that my darling Bugg has decided that 30minutes sleep and several hours of hyperactivity will be sufficient 'play-stats' for the day.
We are currently trying our luck at a second sleep today. But by the sounds of it, Ginny and Piglet seem to be jumping around in the cot so we can probably safely assume sleep... Well it is just not going to happen.
So here we find me laying on the couch, eyes drooping dangerously close to being shut and a pelvis which feels as though it is second-hand (once owned by a 77 year old ballet dancer) and about as painful as it gets.
Not to mention the fact that this 'Sprinkle' is going to be taking place amongst a weekend of awful wind and weather which is not itself a sprinkle but a downpour.
Oh dear I'm complaining again. I shall stop and give your eyes a rest!!
xoxo
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