Making a dragon out of playdough was much harder than I anticipated. I gave up. It was the attempting something joyous/child-like that was the important thing, not the finished product. It's felt like an impossible kind of day. There were some positive moments. For the first time in as long as I can remember, the kids had friends over for tea, so that felt like a return to normality after a long absence. Apparently I called my son by his affectionate name rather than his real one, on more than 8 occasions. I hadn't noticed at all. They will kick me next time, I'm told, so that I will realise. I don't believe that kicking is a good way of helping people to realise so maybe we'll have to find another solution.
I feel like I'm nearing the end of my dragon book - tho that may only be due to the fact it is a long book, so having a hundred pages left or whatever it is, seems like a small fraction of the weighty tome, and I'm hoping it's a gentle home straight but there's actually plenty of time for further nasty twist and turns I guess. I hope not, there's been too much grief already.
I'm going to bed, hoping for sweet dreams, maybe literally - a sweetshop, or a land at the top of the faraway tree, or a scene from charlie and the chocolate factory. If things are going to be impossible, they might as well be pleasantly so!!
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I don't recall any sweeties in my dreams but do remember discovering it was an hour earlier than I thought at bedtime so it didn't need be so stressful. That was a good feeling to have in a dream. Wonder if I can transfer it to wakeful time?? It's a full on work week this week, an extra hour somewhere would be nice - I have a feeling we lose an hour on Sunday tho don't we??
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