This morning I have a bit of an achey ear. I’m tired. I am sick of sharing my bed with a 2 year old who hogs the entire pillow. I am looking forward to some time away from my kids this morning even if that means the time is spent in Big W at Mittagong. I’m a little sad that it’s summer but it doesn’t feel like summer. I mean if it’s going to be cold, let it snow! I don’t even seem to have any Christmas spirit. I’m tired.
So. Let’s rewind. 3 years. To when we spent Christmas in Paris! When Daisy wasn’t yet 2. When we met my sister and her now husband and Mum & Step Dad in a fabulous 3 bedroom apartment just around the corner from the Champs Elysees. When we drank endless champagne. When Rob and I spent some time together, alone, in Paris while doting relatives looked after Daisy. When it snowed. Yes, let’s go to my Christmas happy place.