This is quite a challenge, but I am determined to be one of those rounded modern mothers. You know, the ones who have interests outside their kids, which of course I do. Like watching TV and spouting on about old stuff for hours on end. Oh and moaning about my clothes being too tight, so then taking dog for a run, followed by eating shedloads of food.
In fact, the high point of the last couple of weeks for me may have been purchasing some microfleece pyjama bottoms and a thermal pj top for next to bugger all. This may not seem like much to many of you (although I know Catherine will be green with envy), but our house is freezing in winter. Bloody freezing. Not so bad as the place we lived in when I was a kid that got so cold one winter that my pet hamster tried to hibernate, but we are severely lacking in central heating, double glazing, sturdy insulation, blah blah blah. It has been known for me to sleep with my electric blanket left on low, though I do fret that I may demonstrate the wick effect of human combustion - now I think of it that is about as much motivation for running as a person could need - but it keeps me warm at night without having to attach myself limpet-like to the Mrs.
BUT microfleece and thermal jimjams, a decent pair of woolly Costco socks (bought some 11 years ago in Vancouver), and I am the proverbial bug in a rug. The Mrs still "claims" I sleep starfish style in the centre of the bed, but I have no proof and so deny all.
What else? Not much really. So here's a nice picture of Wellington.
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We have a heat pump but lately I've been getting into my PJs as soon as I get home from work at like 3pm. Pretty sad. I fucking hate winter. Had to pull out the old couch blankey as well. Too friggin cold.
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