Natural high

Geez I was shagged yesterday, verging on delirious. Too many nights without enough sleep. And a whole New Year’s Day with the Sprogs stretched terrifyingly before me … without a car  … Husband had driven it to work in anticipation of woeful public transport options.

I must admit I relied rather heavily on the electronic babysitter. I decided a day on the couch in front of the tellie wasn’t going to kill anyone.

Sprog 1 didn’t rise until after 10.30am – she’s been burning the candle at both ends too – so Sprog 2 treated herself to every Christmas DVD she could lay her hands on. Once we were all compos mentis we watched a couple of Doctor Who episodes together (I cried during both – A Good Man Goes To War and The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe, it must have been the exhaustion).

Afterwards, we baked cookies, so Sprog 2 could take her new apron for a test run.

Then I took a deep breath, put on my “fun mummy” hat and suggested a water pistol fight. Well, to be more accurate, a water bazooka fight. I know it’s been floated that parents buy back toy guns from their kids after a certain awful incident in the US, but I’m hoping water bazookas don’t count because it was BULK AS FUN.

The Sprogs both turned on me, soaking me to the skin. It made me laugh and laugh until my stomach hurt, even when they squirted me full-on in the face.

Sprog 2 was doubled over in hysterics, particularly after squirting me full-on in the face. Sprog 1 was too busy strategically dodging behind trees to avoid getting wet.

Afterwards, as I cooked dinner, I felt this lovely natural high.

Normally any highs while I’m cooking dinner are attributed to a glass of wine.

It felt so good. I think we’ll do it again today.

How was your New Year’s Day?