The break was good, but bits of it almost broke me.

The bits where the baby with the red hair decided she would stop being one of those babies that sleeps through the night, not a problem, and turns in to one that wakes all through the night.

And when you're in a tent, you can't simply ignore the howler monkey, because the walls are thin and the neighbours are close.

There was a bit of mountain biking, which was good.

I did very little alcohol imbibing. I just don't feel like it anymore.

Weird.

My New Year's Resolution is to form a spiritual movement.
I have no idea what that means exactly, but I just like the thought of people worshiping me.

Mmmmm. Yes. Feels good.
Lower.

I played feck all guitar.
I just have this feeling that I'm not going to get anything done for myself anymore until my girls are a little bit older. And have left home.

I got sick of our friend's boy punching my girls, so I put him into a corner and then had a word with him. If all future boys in my girls' lives react as fearful as that 3-year-old did, then I think I'm going to enjoy playing Big Bad Dad.

You wanna know what's sad?

I think I'm actually looking forward to going back to work.

Weird.