• Having a 2 brew kind of a morning. You know the kind. You can’t even begin to contemplate normal human function without a minimum of 2 cups of tea. And buttery toast. And fried eggs with ketchup.
• Regretting Friday night’s wine consumption (see above).
• Enjoying a long, hot shower.
• LOVE, LOVE, LOVING my new Chanel lippy.
• Wearing a white t-shirt. Because for a moment I forgot that I have a toddler who derives great pleasure from hugging me after every meal and smearing the remains of his food all over me.
• Wearing a white t-shirt with bright orange splodges all over it.
• Wandering into town with Mr. LA and the children.
• Purchasing the jewellery for our bridesmaids (and I really, really want to share some pictures with you all, but it’s been impossible to get a decent photo this weekend, Devon has been decidedly grey and overcast).
• Loving the reactions of friends and family who have received our Save The Dates.
• Cooking and eating a yummy chicken pie.
• Booking the photographer for our wedding! So very exciting! I don’t need to tell you how utterly amazing we think Eliza Claire is, her beautiful pictures speak for themselves.
• Enduring what was possibly Isabel’s worst tantrum to date. If anyone has any tips on how to get a 6 year old to tidy their playroom without World War 3 breaking out I’d welcome your input.
• Finally tucking the children into bed.
• Sipping wine, eating a Double Decker and watching a movie.
• Snuggling with the children.
• Forcing myself to resist the urge to clean as opposed to study. I have 2 assignments due in 3 weeks as well as an enormous pile of reading to get through (oh, and a dissertation proposal to work on… just shoot me now), but the house is also a complete and utter tip.
• Wishing Mr. LA didn’t have to work.
• Eating wholemeal pitta bread stuffed with houmous and grated carrot. My favourite light lunch.
• Watching ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ with Izzy while Jesse napped.
• Sending Izzy off to play at a friends house.
• Putting Jesse in a bucket. Don’t worry, you don’t need to contact the NSPCC or anything. We were playing. I emptied out his big toy bucket and let him sit in it. He didn’t want to get out for almost 45 minutes, and even then I had to bribe him with food.
• Madly trying to catch up on washing. Why does it always take me until Sunday evening to realise that Izzy has no clean school uniform for Monday morning?
• Reading Dirty Beasts to the children. I heart Roald Dahl.
• Sending Mr. LA off on a chocolate mission.
• Probably parking myself on the sofa for the remainder of the evening. We’re planning on watching Coppola’s ‘Apocalypse Now’ (it’s research for my dissertation). Perfect cheerful Sunday night viewing. Not.

Loveaudrey xxx