Dry July, day 18
I note that I am over half way. I also note that the clarity gained from not drinking a drop of alcohol, even the odd glass of red with dinner, has been relentless.
At this rate, my mind will be as razor sharp as the ALMOST three year old’s whose birthday we celebrated yesterday. In fine jungle style thanks to his aunt L. With fine food and surrounds thanks to his other aunts and uncles.
Turning three is accompanied with a word explosion, evidently. And really, verbalising everything is awesome. Like when I went in to his room this morning at 6am when he woke and he greets me with:
Mummy, your hair. Spiky. Spiky?
And pokes it to see if this is a new permanent state of being.
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