![]() My mornings usually start by me staring at the ceiling thinking to my self: ” I’t can’t be morning yet” Who says?” And by solitude I would like to state that conversing with a one year old boy and a two year old girl all day is far from inspiring even though most parents would not confess to that even under water board pressure.Īnd being an adult one feels quite alone even if “There’s nothing like the smell of diapers in the morning!” I also have a eight year old girl in the house who luckily has found refuge from her mad mother in the dreadful Twilight series and spends most of her time filing her fangs in her upstairs bedroom. Not on a remote island meditating, reading Eat, Prey, Love, but within the walls of my home along with my three out of four children. ![]() And maybe never! This summer has been spent in utter solitude. So, no, this is not going to be a diet blog and my obese readers will have to turn to other media outlets for literary liposuction. ![]() Or possibly due to the strict diet of wine and cigarettes and juicing and and my new found love of Auyrvedics. So far nothing has come to fruition apart from the fact that I have not become pregnant this year and the fact that I lost 10 pounds, but that was purely coincidental. I will learn to make perfect profiteroles. It goes like this: This years resolution! I by chance found a blog that I started in February.
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