New Year

Okay, so Christmas is over-packed up and ready for the next one. The limbo week between Christmas and New Year is safely out the way, time to start the New Year with all the resolve in the world right? Wrong. I made two basic resolutions and have broken them both already. Resolution number one, very obvious-a New Year Diet to lose the five pound I have somehow piled on in December. Browsing through magazines still within the Christmas date, I’m overwhelmed with images of homely kitchens baking sumptuous treats. Knowing that the only things I can make are a long way from sumptuous and only judged as treats by the foxes and badgers who clear up my attempts after they have been hurled out the window, I brake the New Year diet and dive into a mince pie with obvious oodles of cream, “need to use up the cream “ is my excuse. I use the same excuse when devouring a four egg omelette with Spinach and feta cheese oh and the rest of the cheese board.  However, I have won another round of mind games with the unopened Christmas pudding in the pantry-small result surely?

More quality time with my child is my other resolution. School in September, it seems very close at the moment and I want to cram in lots of fabulous days out and lovely Mother and Son moments.  Yesterday he decided he wanted to watch Lightening McQueen while playing with his new car characters from the film. “Okay” I think, it’s freezing outside so this is a good activity, I get down on the floor to join in as there is more playing than watching, but I am truly inept at keeping up with my small child’s enormous imagination, I’m getting it all wrong and saying the wrong things, my usually laid back little man has obviously mapped out a very complex set of events and dialogue in his very wacky imagination. No problem I think, he’ll be bored soon-wrong again, he keeps at this ALL DAY , I would usually beat myself up about this, call the Mum police, my child has not moved out the same room all day. However as I watch him play it dawns on me that he really is “playing”, the type of playing that I am pleased still exists in my little boy who is quickly growing up. The dvd has played to it’s end and he is still totally engrossed in play acting stories with his cars evident in the immense jiggling and sudden dash upstairs when necessity takes hold. Surely this is better than me trying to pack his day with all the wonderful activities I had planned, sometimes I wonder if I encourage him to only pay attention for short bursts of time before moving onto the next thing? Anyway he’s happy so I’m happy, and at the end of the day I get “invited” to come and take photos of the winning cars.

So New Year new start? No, after all, Rome wasn’t built in a day and there are still heaps of leftovers in the fridge.