The bad news is I didn't run today. The good news is I had an amazing sleep - no security alarms, no kids waking me up at 3am and deciding to stay awake. But tomorrow I am determined to get started on Week 8 of Couch to 5k...I'm so close to the end. I stupidly dropped an enormous pepper grinder on the top of my foot which is hurting but I don't think it will affect my running.
T2 had his last occupational therapy (OT) session for the year. He was a bit distracted but made a gorgeous Christmas tree. We LOVE our OT and drive 40 minutes across Sydney every week to see her. She gave both boys a cute Christmas decoration and even gave ME a present. She is so sweet. She made the most beautiful smelling candle (some people are so clever!). I'm saving it for a special Christmas night bath.
|T2 got the snowmen|
|T1 got these cute reindeer|
|I got this beautiful candle|
|T2 made this - cutting, scrunching and gluing|
My eldest went off to a Year 5/6 dinner tonight. Next year it will be him graduating primary school. He looked so grown up in his new outfit. He really is gorgeous (I'm not biased!) I saw the next 7 years flash by, dreading when he will be an official adult - I want the time to slow down. Then I think of the twins, particularly T2, and have the opposite reaction. What if they aren't 'all grown up' at 18? T2 has so much potential but I'm sure no-one could accurately tell me what he is going to be like at 18. I HATE the damn uncertainty about the twins' future. I know T1 is going to be 'ok', I just wish I could be more sure of T2. I WANT that crystal ball!