I don't know...
... where the time goes. I used to have something to write about every day. Yeah, it was mostly boring stuff, but it was enough to get a hundred words or so out of.
These days WEEKS pass before I realise that I haven't written anything up here.
My life is pretty much all about Kendal these days. And while he's always doing things that are 'new', they don't make for very exciting news to anyone else.
The college course is OK - nothing earth shattering, but it gives me a bit of 'me' time, which is a bonus.
Dave is also in college (Thursday nights) doing a Psychology A level - he's not quite sure what he wants to do with it yet i.e. whether or not to use it as a foundation and take it further - I guess he'll know by the end of it.
Kendal is over his bronchiolitis, but will no doubt catch the cold that I've got at the moment - and we'll be worried about him all over again.
He's at church at the moment with nanna and gan-gan, he loves going, lots of singing and running round afterwards with the other toddlers. He always comes back shattered!
Of course, it being Sunday I've had ironing to do, it's the only time I can get it done safely. If Kendal is around he always tries to pull the iron off the ironing board, or decides to crawl or stomp all over the clothes I've just ironed - bless him (Grrr.)
