Pepper and Salt

So, this is it, my new ritual, am I hooked - perhaps, how will I know for sure - only time will tell.

Dunno when the best time will be to write things down, but here I sit with "Go Show" in one ear and baby music in the monitor in the other ear, enjoying my cup of tea while everything is quiet on the home front, well, about as quiet as it gets around here.

It's starting to feel a bit nippy around the edges in the mornings now. I think back to my pre-kid days when I had the luxury of staying in under the covers for 'just a few minutes more', but of course back in those days, I didn't have the luxury of morning family cuddles in bed. There's something quite special about all squishing in together and the laughter as little iceberg feet go up the back of your jammies. (Note to self: see if they make mummy sized all in one stretch n grows.)

I had a phone call early this morning, from a freight company, we've treated ourselves to a new dining suite. Exciting stuff, our old one is on it's last legs (excuse the pun). Oddly enough, it appears our chairs will be arriving separately from the table, and here was me thinking they would come as a set. But what would I know. Anyhow, that got me thinking about what other things couldn't function quite so well without the other. Like pepper and salt; knives and forks; left shoe and right shoe; clothes line and pegs; car and petrol; armpits and deodorant; bbqs and tongs; bikes and seats; stubbies and the 80's; air planes and sky; fish and chips; wine and cheese; tv's and remotes; parents and kids ... .

Ok, I've reached the bottom of my cup, so I guess that means times up. Time to go and rip into the day ahead.