Lily

It was a bit silly of me to think, on starting this, that I would add to it daily. Partly because I'm so tired by the time I get toward the evening, even contemplating switching the laptop on, its bright light glaring at me when my head is already pounding from the busy day, is unfathomable. Arms aching, feeling like they weigh some overexaggerated number I cannot seem to think of.
Being a mother is a roller coaster at the best of times, especially as they get older and you spend less and less time in the home you piece together over the years. Going it alone with 2 is exhausting. That's not a complaint, I truly love having them, and I wouldn't change anything about this life (except maybe a bit more sleep, and a few less screams, and why not throw in some more money while we're at it...), but it's a fact. Parenthood is exhausting. As I type this, I have given up on sitting upright, alert and ready, typing away a million miles a moment like they do in the movies.
I'm laying down, one arm has gone numb because I, of course, have chosen the most stupid position (nothing else was comfy), the other is typing one handed, a garbled mess that spell check is doing wonders with.
It wouldnt surprise me if I read over this tomorrow wondering what the heck I came out with, to find random sentences of letters that don't even make any words. My brain sure feels like that tonight.

The other reason I won't be posting daily a lot of the time, is that nothing will happen, and there's only so many times you can say "Hey, she's being normal". That came out wrong, but I know what I mean. She does so many things daily that are different to how others would, little things.. but perhaps we all do. I barely see them anymore, it's just Lily. 

Lily, who runs in neverending circles, hands flapping, twirling, dancing, shouting there's an enderdragon coming to get her.
Lily, who doesn't like it when food touches other food on her plate, and woah betide anyone who mixes it up, stews are plain evil.
Lily, who has the attention span of a butterfly, (why a butterfly?), and is unable to be still even in sleep.. yet can sit and play minecraft for hours.

Lining things up, drawing the same things when she attacks paper with pens, telling the same story over and over... Watching the same film so many times in a row it drives Mummy insane, and spending the entirety of each showing off doing other things (but its still her turn)...
Walking the short distance to school is too far, it makes her tired.. yet the moment we get there she's off running around and playing... it's just the a-b that's a chore.
She's got up three times since I started typing this tonight, and I honestly don't know if that is because she's extra unsettled for some reason tonight, or I'm just THAT slow at typing.

With routines within routines, everything we do seems to have a ritual, otherwise it stops making sense to her. Then the world starts to crumble.

Saying that, we completely changed the routine tonight. We went to a different house, with people in it, and had dinner somewhere other than home. A different TV... with no Minecraft (shock! horror!)
She loved it. Took it all in her stride.

That's my girl.