Monday morning again

This morning in the haze of half-slumber, my body craving more sleep, I was certain it was Sunday morning. It felt like a Sunday morning. I couldn't really remember Sunday actually happening, so it must be Sunday morning. But no. It was Monday morning. Oh well, up and at 'em.

I've got a lot I want to achieve and get sorted this week. So many things to tick off lists. So many things to put in their boxes, so to speak. I'm finding as the girls get older, the basic tasks of feeding, clothing, bathing and sleeping are not the only things I need to think about when looking after them. Their needs are getting more complex, which means the lists in my head get a little longer. Their emerging and differing personalities require more thought on my part, not just simply running on routines and autopilot.


So as the sun comes up on the day, I best get cracking. Cross some things off the list and still make sure there's time to actually enjoy the day.