Firstly, do you know how hard it is to try and keep your train of thought running while you are typing so painfully slowly with one hand because the only spare moment you can get on the computer is when your new baby decides to nurse?  Well do you? (Goodness me....who do I think I'm talking to?  Of course you do).

As most of you that are likely to read this are parents I am sure it would be safe to say that you completely understand.

So anyway, my train of though started chugging at the station of 'Merry Christmas'.  After the baking frenzy of the lead up to Christmas day I completely forgot to blog my Seasons Greetings to everyone.

So here I am, screeching out a perfectly laudable rendition of Jingle Bells with my children (Middle Son of mine has taught me a surprising variation of the lyrics to said song that involve Batman smelling and Robin laying an egg.....logically enough I suppose) when I hear the deafening WHOOSH.

'What on earth.....'  I figured it out quick smart though.  It was Christmas day zooming by, leaving Joy and Excitement (and a pinch of utter exhaustion) in it's wake.

With the playdough that Youngest Son received for Christmas mashed firmly into our living room carpet, the lego sets already missing several key pieces and Baby Girl's first doll being attacked by three very impressive looking Dragons (until Middle Son decided that he wanted to save the damsel in distress instead and his dragon became her rescuer), Christmas Day ended with very sleepy, but happy Children (and parents).

Passing swiftly through the minor stations of 'Gotta tidy this place up' and 'Oh my goodness my kids haven't seen a vegetable in two days, naughty parent' at which this express ride does not stop, we arrive at Boxing Day Station at which we disembark to watch The Chronicles of Narnia:The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.  We dropped Baby Girl at Great Grandparents house to be looked after.  They, of course, were thrilled to cuddle and coo at Baby Girl all morning.  Great movie, trains rolling out.

I have to refit the train at 'so much to do before I return to work' station or it (insert 'I') will blow a gasket (do trains have those?) thinking about the dreaded 'Return to Work'  I will blog about that another time as I want to think on that as little as possible until it is closer so as to enjoy the rest of my maternity leave.