"Can Spring be far behind?" - Shelley

Well that was a weird one. I had enabled transliteration into Hindi thinking that this would allow people of the Hindu persuasion to read my blog. Nope- as I typed it started turning everything I wrote into Hindi. Very pretty but pretty confusing for a blonde like me. What is the old song- bewitched, bothered and bewildered? That about sums my life up right now. Had a laugh at work when I showed my colleagues that I am so distracted at the moment that I had without knowing it managed to put 2 watches on (the same wrist) and only noticed it hours later when I pulled up my sleeve. Talk about clock-watching... I have had so much to write about but also had the energy of a sloth on rhino tranquilisers. Christopher had his first birthday party and was so spoilt but that is the topic for another day. He has been sick this whole week and I am kinda getting used to the whole bleary eyed pre-dawn drill which generally ends up in me being barfed all over for my efforts. Change outfits- his and mine, administer drugs and love, fall back into bed and battle to fall asleep again. Wake up to alarm and wish my cellphone would self implode and leave me to sleep for another half an hour/day/month/start of world cup soccer. So far we have had a mild winter- but as per the title of this blog- I am longing for spring. Winter is not my favourite season that is for sure. Saw the first frost on the ground this morning as I travelled to work. Thankful that I just flick a switch to remove the frost from my back wind screen and that I don't have to shovel my driveway or any such thing, because then I think I would turn to drink (well...more than usual anyways). So now it is time to go and shower and fall into bed, until my young slave driver summons me again to the Barfarama Midnight festival of fun. As MargaretThatcher once said- "Sometimes you have to fight the same battle a few times before you win it" or something like that.