• Waking up with a teeny tiny hangover. I finished my MA on Friday and finishing an MA calls for lots of wine, Chinese take away and a late night lying in bed with Mr. LA chatting about the future, no?
• Snuggling in bed with the children. Everything felt different this weekend. There was no rush, nothing to tear me away from Izzy and Jesse. So I made the most of those sleepy cuddles under the bed covers. It was wonderful.
• Eating porridge and drinking tea.
• Taking a long, hot shower.
• Wearing proper makeup again. My daily face has been incredibly minimal of late, and I simply didn’t bother on the days where I didn’t leave the house {which was more than I care to remember}. It’s wonderful to pop a bit of blush on again, curl my lashes and apply some lippy.
• Finally strolling into town for a quick food shop.
• Realising that when you have a toddler with you a ‘quick’ food shop just isn’t quick enough.
• Preparing an indoor picnic.
• Marvelling at how much more enthusiastic children are about food when you let them eat in on the floor of their playroom.
• Being instantly transported back to my youth with one taste of a Frazzle. One question though, how can something that looks and tastes exactly like a bacon strip {in crisp form} be suitable for vegetarians?
• Settling down on the sofa for an afternoon of movie watching. We draw the curtains, fill huge bowls with toffee pop corn and pretend we’re at the cinema.
• Cooking bombay pie for dinner. I tweaked a recipe I found on the wonderful food blog She Cooks She Eats to create what was basically a huge samosa. It was delicious!
• Struggling to relax once the children went to bed. I was beginning to worry I might actually have forgotten how to. Eventually Mr. LA intervened and forced me to park myself on the sofa in front of my ER DVDs.
• Having a lie in. Mr. LA took the children downstairs when they woke up and then, when I finally emerged an hour later, he cooked me an omelet. He is love.
• Loving the sight of Jesse ‘cooking’ in his snuggly onesie {you can’t beat Primark’s fleecy jammies for little ones at this time of year}.
• Eating chili bean soup and toasted bagels for lunch.
• Cleaning the kitchen. I mean properly, stupidly cleaning the kitchen. Scrubbing cupboard doors and dusting the washing machine type cleaning. It was incredibly therapeutic.
• Taking a long walk down to the river. It was a beautiful day. Cold enough for a coat, but not freezing, with just enough of  a gust of wind to leave you feeling really refreshed by the end of it.
• Spending the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen. I made fish pie {Jamie Oliver’s from The Return of the Naked Chef, it’s the best} and a huge plum and pecan crumble for pudding {a Nigella recipe from How To Be A Domestic Goddess}. It was fabulous, and perfect for our first Autumn weekend.
• Trying to remain calm in the face of a huge tantrum. Jesse spent most of dinner on the naughty step and missed out on pudding. Did he care? Did he heck.
• Having second thoughts about my no smacking policy*.
• Putting two very sleepy children to bed.
• De-potting my MAC shadows. Finally. I’ve been wanting to do this for the last year. Quite strange to actually have the time to do it.
• Planning an evening of blog reading from the comfort of my bed.

Loveaudrey xxx

* I joke. Just in case you were about to call the NSPCC or something.