These inbetween Christmas and New year days used to be my favourite.

Full of chocolate before breakfast, visiting family and mini Christmases.

They used to be busy, somewhat chaotic and all routines went out the window. But gosh I would swap this quiet routine but high energy house and 'same day-everyday/what even day is it' for those constant, social moments.

Admittedly, lately, I have been struggling to stay grateful, and hopeful.

I have been doing lots of journalling, over-eating all the festive snacks and hot drink making, for the sake of doing something. Watching lots of films altogether and walks down the hill and back.

There have been lots of slow pyjama mornings after badly broken sleep, with both littles.

The tree is still up and I'm clutching at the remaining magic of the season, in hope I find some.

I'm not hurrying this year over.

I'm just trying not to worry and overthink about what the next few months entail. Gently reminding myself to stay in the moment. To feel grateful for what is here right now at home with me. That love and togetherness is very much still here. And that maybe just maybe I will see my family sometime soon.

Whispering to myself, "stay strong little one. Change is coming."