November, you and I are not friends. You suck away my energy and leave me exhausted, grumpy and irritable. You make me want to eat my own body weight in pasta and potatoes, curl up in my duvet and sleep.
I complain bitterly about you every year. When Ruby was 3 and used to recite the months of the year, she'd always forget November, what a perfect year that would be! (No offence sis', I know it's a big birthday month in your house).
I've come to brace myself in preparation for this time every year and without exception, it's a tough month for me. In a bid to conquer my November blahs, I'm trying to take it easy, carve out a little more me time and take care of myself. This might become a totally craftless blog for a while.
I'm very fickle you know.