It’s so hot in London, I have resorted to wearing bikini tops and beach dresses in a quest to keep cool. Any excuse to slop around, really.
I am still in a bit of an off mode. Which is funny, given that I usually say I am going to take it easy, only to stress about a couple of days later.
For now, I am sincerely enjoying my children. We are after the small pleasures these days: ice creams, a picnic, the swings in the playground. Now that we are out of the early baby days (thank heavens!), watching my girls gives me an immense pleasure. I usually keep the really mushy stuff to myself, but too much sun on my golden locks might have destroyed something up there. So here it goes: I look at them and my heart gives a massive squeeze; and all I can do is bite my tongue not to squeal with delight at the sheer overwhelmingly cute adorability that is the two of them together. Yes, darlings, this is love. Mushy, sticky, strawberry lollipop flavoured love.
Apart from cooing over my brood, I have also been doing maintenance work whenever a willing babysitter has been at hand (thank you, Big M!). Meaning: I have frequented my favourite Pilates place, had a massage and a couple of rendezvouses at the nail salon. I have also been taking my supplements religiously, and voila, haven’t seen the faintest bit of PMS lately. Aka I am in an annoyingly excellent mood.
More reasons to be cheerful: We only have got a few more weeks to go until summer holidays. Three weeks of beach, pool and BBQs. Then big school for Lil’ L and nursery for the Pea. La rentree is going to be grande for me this year. For the first time since Peadom, I am going to have time to myself on a regular basis. Reliable childcare. Three mornings a week. Every week.
I’ve got plans for September. Assuming that by then my brain will have reinstated a consistency other than melted butter, I shall commence my new book project. Exciting times ahead.
What have you been up to in the sweltering summer heat?