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We kept waiting for sunshine. A tiny glimmer of sunshine on a day when everyone was home and in a moment when everyone was awake. It never came. And so this month’s Me and Mine photos pretty much sums up our January.
I shouldn’t complain I know, and I’m sure a polar vortex gets old pretty quickly, but it feels in some ways like this month has been a battle of optimism versus the weather, where gargatuan effort is required to keep parenting the way I want to and not just sink into a nest of quilts and knitting with CBeebies on a loop.
January is always a bit of a funny month at the best of times, a come down after all the winter festivities but not at a time when we’re anywhere near the end of the winter it’s supposed to help us through. Gone are the lights, the sparkle, the twinkle and the merriment just when we need them the most. Well not entirely gone, I’ve still got fairy lights sprinkled along the top of the lounge curtain rails and a few snowflakes hung up in a sort of imitave plea to the great outdoors.
It’s not that it’s been a bad winter, just a monotonous one and right now I’m longing for the end of the tunnel; for spring light, flowers in my garden, and the chance to keep my promises to Kitty to go to the play park and look for baby ducklings.
And perhaps that best sums up this month for our family; a month of quiet, of moments of joy snatched against the odds (even in a hailstorm – although that wasn’t exactly planned), and of looking forward to so many wonderful and exciting things that are coming this year, and knowing that all those moments (many of them warm and sunny I hope) will be here before we know it.
My little family, in January, more than ready to welcome February!