Frabjous day!

Well, I appear to have made it to the end of January without dying, which was the principal aim. Other aims, such as to finish the project I was working on in good time, tidy my desk, file my e-mail, take some time to myself before surrendering unto the wide blue toddler: these were not so rigorously executed. But that's OK. I'm there, that's it, we're here, I'm on my career break. Wow. Phew.

It really freaks me out that Oisín doesn't know that he won't be going back to the creche in a few days. He's apparently been really enjoying himself there since Christmas. We turned up to collect him yesterday, and one of the carers said she reckoned he knew there was something different going on. But he doesn't know what it is. And we can't explain it to him. I'm uncomfortable about that.

Today was calm and pleasant. We got up quite late (that is, after several wakings in the small hours), had a leisurely breakfast (it's such a boon not to have to hurry Oisín!), then read books and played ball for a bit. The unfortunate niallm is at home with the tail-end of a thoroughly nasty 'flu, so the adult:child ratio was pretty favourable. After his lunch Oisín went for a nap, then Niall and I ate and I showered. Later, I took Oisín out to a park, where we played ball in the dusk. We had dinner out of our new slow-cooker. (It turns out that I am a person who makes extensive use of our bread-maker and deliberately bought a slow-cooker because I knew I'd use it too. Who'd have thought it?)

I have a good feeling about this...

Happy Imbolc, one and all! :-)