2011 so far

Birthdays, another day to lie to oneself about turning over new leaves, like the start of the academic year, the beginning of Advent, New Year's Day, the beginning of Lent.

To sum up the end of my thirty-eighth year:

We read:

• A Wedding in December
• Gentlemen and Players
• Sleeping Arrangements
• Twenty-one locks

And are reading:

• Eat, Pray, Love

I signed up for the Marie Curie Swimathon, but have sadly hardly managed to get to the swimming pool so may not turn up.

I had the most disastrous of disastrous interviews (following a truly awful presentation) a week ago today.

There have been the occasional instances of more than five hours consecutive hours of sleep.

The boy has refused to eat many delightful things cooked for him by his mother - although he did finally condescend to eat some of a chicken and apple ball the other week (these took an inordinate amount of time to produce).

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. The current favourite is Nursery Nurse. Possibly just because I am jealous that I pay people to look after my son whilst I sit at home in front of a stoopid compooter-pooter. But possibly not.

Presumably yummy mummies...

(silly phrase)...cook yummy things.

I have been attempting to tempt my young Master into eating different foods over the past few days. So far, however, we have refused vegetable lasagne, parsnip and sweet potato crisps and cheese and tomato tortilla pizza. We have accepted apple and pears in custard (but not the raisins) and orange jelly. The refusals are enough to make a tired mommy weep and turn to chocolate, but surely she will rise like on wings like an eagle and find the inner fortitude to plough on and keep trying. Well, tomorrow maybe.