The other day bubble wrap worked. This morning it didn't.
Baking (and eating) bucket loads of cookies, surprisingly, didn't work.
Listening to my favourite music at the moment didn't help.
So I tried to take a nap.
"Mummy, Woody said 'There's a snake in my boot!'"
"Mummy! It's funny! Come see!"
"Mummy! Can you fix it?"
Sadie had refused lunch when I gave it to her, so I thought it was fair enough for her to eat. And it was hard to resist Theo's sense of humour. Nap = yeah right.
I went to another pick-me-up that I keep on standby. Ice-cream. In the middle of the day. It helped a little bit.
The thing that really turned things around for me though was, I started cleaning. That was a first. Not the cleaning, but the enjoying it, and the therapy of it. I knew how much of a difference vacuuming makes to the look of the house, but not how much it does for the clutter in my brain! It was awesome.
So right now would be a really ideal time to pop in, if you feel so inclined. Not only do I have plenty of cookies for us to munch on, but the house is looking decent too. Joy.