I absolutely love summer and am one of those moaners that complains about how I don’t like dark nights and cold mornings and bad weather. I reluctantly acknowledge that Autumn is indeed beautiful with all its golden colours and, thinking about it, I do absolute love December. All that winding down for the year, then Zs birthday, then Christmas and New Year galore. That month ends up being a huge whirlwind in our house. Maybe this is why God gave me babies in Autumn and Winter. To stop me acting like a bear with a sore head for a quarter of the year. I promise to do try to enjoy it all a bit more, especially as I’m going back to work in two weeks. Two weeks! A whole year of maternity leave has gone by. How did that happen? It’s actually a week and a half, but being in denial about it is easier for now.
Little Z is settling nicely into Year 1 so far and we’ve found its a bit of a leap from reception so need to carve some time to do our daily spellings and all the bits and bobs that come with homework. I think that he might be ready for a bit of Roald Dahl after watching Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory movie and loving it. I’m tempted to start with Georges Marvellous medicine but I’m slightly paranoid he might want to test it all out on one of his own grandmas. Hopefully not.
In the meantime, I’ve been savouring the last of the summer by squeezing in some last minute day trips to places I kept meaning to go to over the year and having coffee dates with good friends. I believe all good things should be dragged out as long as you can, preferably until the next big good thing. Like maybe a holiday somewhere before the end of year if we can sort it out in time. It would be absolutely lovely to extend summer a bit more right now, but I suppose I am ready for Autumn now.