The Mazda (aka Macqueen) almost didn’t start this morning when I was taking Finn to childcare. It started OK after I dropped him off, but Leila and I went for a bit of a drive through Werribee and back to make sure the battery was well charged just in case. It’s the first time I can remember the Mazda being a reluctant starter. A sign of it’s age perhaps and a reminder that its long overdue for a service.
My pay telly watching got off to a great start this morning when I watched an episode of The Dog Whisperer while feeding Leila. I’m feeling all calm and assertive now.
Leila is having a blast lying in the portacot (the safe area where she won’t get stood on by dogs or have trains thrown at her head) with her nappy off, kicking toys and staring at herself in her little mirror while the mobile plays tinny Mozart. It’s become a daily activity that keeps her happy for up to an hour and tuckers her out so that she sleeps well.
I probably should go to mothers’ group today, but I’m not. It’s cold, I’m snuffly and tired and I’ve got stuff to do. Like catch up on the mountain of washing that didn’t get done while it was foggy and still and then raining all the time.
I’m grateful for the rain - really. I’d just forgotten some of the inconveniences that go with it. Washing draped around the house. The backyard quagmire, especially in the chook’s part of the yard. The mud that manages to make it’s way inside in spite of all efforts to keep it out.
Time to take up Finn’s snow trousers.
