What a month ... bankruptcy, clothes, that don’t fit and now sick children!

WELL that was a long month! They say there’s 31 days in January but to me it felt more like 95!

Why is it that a month like July with it’s sunshine and balmy evenings disappears in the blink of an eye but the misery of January seems never ending?

As usual having gone totally over the top for Christmas, I am stony broke by New Year’s Day but this year by the time the end of the month came round I was approaching the ATM as if it was a bomb about to go off, shutting my eyes and praying a few bob would come out of the slot and give me a minor reprieve for a few days.

Anyone I know decided to do Dry January with various levels of success. Never one to follow the flock, I opted for doing Ginuary instead and have limited my alcohol intake to just gin. I’m ready to move onto something else now!

To be honest it’s been a balls of a month. I’m bankrupt, my clothes are too tight, I’m feeling the lurgy and all the not so subtle hints I dropped about a week in the sun have fallen on deaf ears.

And now sickness has descended. Child No 1 was stricken by some horrible fluey thing last week and was bed ridden for several days. A good patient, he bore his illness with great bravery and more importantly, he did so largely in silence.

Child No 2 is more like her mother and loves a bit of drama. She became ill at the weekend and had us up most of the night mopping her brow and soothing her moans. Could we get her more blankets? Could we fold those blankets in a certain way? Could we fluff her pillows, get her a drink, give her calpol, let her watch the Simpsons at 2 am? Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes and Yes. Anything for a quiet life.

But now the end is nigh, we are ready to bid January farewell. Dare I say there’s a tiny little stretch in the evenings? One that indicates a little bit of light at the end of the tunnel?

All I need to see now is a few daffodils and my heart will automatically lift.

The clothes are still too tight, I’m still financially compromised, I’m still not going on a sun holiday in the near future and my youngest is still a pain in the proverbial when she’s sick but you know what? There’s hope!

A little bit of light, a little bit of sun, a bunch of daffodils and all is right with the world again.

Roll on Springtime!

INSTEAD OF ‘DRY JANUARY’ I OPTED FOR DOING ‘GINUARY’ AND HAVE LIMITED MY ALCOHOL INTAKE TO JUST GIN