the month that was:
March. March was so vastly superior to February in almost every respect (well, apart from the fact that it rained almost all month). And maybe I'm biased because March is the month of my birth but things just felt more stable than the previous few months. There were no further trips to hospital Emergency for little man and we also found a little home to live in. I've been dreaming of ways to make it our own. It even has a massive yard, so not only will the children have space to play, it also means I will be able to realise my lifelong dream of owning a rooster. And maybe a goat. And to top it off, I was convinced that I was about to turn thirty four, but a few days before my birthday I did the math and realised that I was actually turning thirty three. It was like someone gave me a year of my life back. Best birthday present ever. Only somewhat dampened by the '100th birthday' badge my daughter made me.