'Its cold' I moaned this morning. Sophia latest favourite thing to do is head dive into any part of me. Adorable, but sometimes I wonder if I will stay intact. I eeked out every last bit of warm air curbed under my duvet.
In a cold house the morning can be slow. Sophia doesn't seem to notice. SO I get dressed first this morning.
Sophia watches me choose a long sleeved top, a jumper and then I fall short at the trouser part. I opted for the jeans that look like parachute pants and a ripped on purpose look white jumper. Nice, comfy, can't go wrong.
Sophia has the best clothes. She is teaching me to take care in our appearance again, not that she knows this, but she is helping. If little baby looks so cool, mum needs to at least be dressed. A difficult feat if you know you dont really have to leave the house today...
...this is rubbish sorry who ever reads. Hopefully soon i'll be comfortable enough to start putting the real stuff up. But I have always been advised by writers to just write what ever to get the creativity going again.
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