When I was growing up I used to adore Christmas!
There was something truly magical about it all in a way you never get to experience once you’ve grown up.
The excitement of Christmas eve and the rustle of the stocking being put at the bottom of my bed by a slightly tipsy Santa (mum) . The amazing feeling at about five in the morning waking up and jumping to the end of the bed just to check “he’d” been. The agony of being asked to go back to bed for just a few more minutes!
I wasn’t going to post this but then the other day a very wise and intuitive friend said this “We all have our crosses to bear and too many of us put on a brave face I think” and it made me think that maybe we all do hide away. So here is my sad day, I have lots of happy ones too. But this one is for my dad who is very greatly missed. Who knows maybe somewhere he is reading it thinking ” you soppy sod!”
Sleepy milly and daddy
For the past few weeks big J has had real trouble sleeping.
He has never slept well, when we first met we used to stay up to the early hours talking, he’d joke that he’d sleep when he was dead! But that was ahum…some time ago now and we never really see past eleven on a week night these days. I actually often hobble up exhausted by nine! But still you get the picture, what with work and kids and life his insomnia seemed to be a thing of the past.
Up until a few weeks ago that is, when he just stoped being able to sleep. It started off being 2 before he got off, then 4 and now its often six!