31.12.09

It’s New Year’s Eve, and yet it’s also just another day. Paul went to work and Jake and I got on with our day, eating, playing, going to Sainsbury’s and sharing lots of cuggahs (cuddles). Jake’s been asking for them a lot, and seems to be going into a second stage of clinginess, wanting to be held a lot, crying as I leave his side, even if I’m in the same room. I used to be ultra keen on Resolutions. But I was usually unrealistic. What I need most is to give myself a break. I wish I knew how.