I’ve always been a morning person. Even if I have the opportunity to lie in, I tend to struggle to. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t often spring out of bed, singing along with the birds. I still have to drag myself up most mornings, especially if I’ve been up to the girls in the night (haha, ‘IF I’ve been up’!! There hasn’t been a night in a long time that I haven’t got up to one or both!!). But I find I’m better first thing, and tiredness creeps in as the day goes on.
As I write this, I’ve just about stopped shaking…
Ella likes to run. She loves to be free.
She’s also defiant and enjoys winding you up by running the wrong way!!
She’s always been fine walking along roadsides. She either holds on to the pram or trundles alongside me.
Today, that wasn’t the case.
We’d just come out of soft play. Ella ran the wrong way. I shouted her back and she got that defiant look on her face, turned and ran. So I ran after her. She was getting closer and closer to the road and I still wasn’t near enough. I was screaming her name by this point and telling her to stop.