Have had a lovely few days with the family here (2 children + OHs, and 3 grandchildren) but my stamina certainly isn't what it used to be! So now achy and sore, and rather longing for the easter egg hunting season to be over. I realise that I've got so used to pacing myself and being able to manage the amount of energy/noise and so on in the house that it's really hard when my (admittedly slightly selfish) way of being is completely submerged. And I don't like feeling like a wuss, ignoring the rather nice looking bottles on the dinner table, and having to go to bed when everyone else is still going strong.
Weather's not helping as it's been quite cold and wet so have been indoors a lot. But the bright spot is that little'ist g-child is only 2 months old, so he and I can doze on the sofa in a companiable huddle - and I can blame the snuffling sounds on him.
But role on next weekend!