You can fit a lot into a day when it starts at 4:45 am. And when the temperature is anywhere above 6 degrees, that day probably involves the park. So, after tomato-sauce covered eggs, two episodes of Paw Patrol, another viewing of Stickman, 15 coffees and some curtain-twirling, we set off.
Having a toddler turns even the most basic activities into adventures - in wonderful and horrible ways. So a short stroll around the local park = epic three-hour journey involving a horror house with a front yard full of headless dolls, some upside-down hanging, stick-investigating, log-balancing and duck-communicating. Plus a whole bunch of tears, tantrums and falling on our faces. And that's just the morning.
Then someone says to me on Monday, "what did you get up to on the weekend?", and I'm all like, "ahh nothing much".