So this morning, I sneaked past stirring children and sleepy husband and into the garden with a big glass of water, some painkillers and a packet of crisps in lieu of a sensible breakfast.
I just sat for half an hour and watched the wind blowing the petals off the blossom on my neighbours pear tree (everything is covered in blossom in London at the moment, it looks so pretty). It's like watching snow float down but without the cold.
I'm loving my little garden at thee moment. Mum-in-law and dad-in-law spent last summer bringing it all to one level and replacing all of the tiles so the kids could play. It feels much bigger than before. They reduced the beds, which upset me at first, and they brought them flush with the edge of the garden where there was a big gap of wasted space before.
Dad-in-law also put up big fences which makes the garden feel very private, like a little peaceful sanctuary. I've been filling it with flowers in time for mum-in-laws return at the end of the month.
After my little time out, I felt peaceful and soothed and my headache eased off in time to tackle dishes, breakfast, Little Man's request for ice-cream (we negotiated deferment until after lunch) and laundry.
My little quiet time in my sanctuary has stayed with me and I brought Darling and Little Lady outside to enjoy the blossom petals with me later in the day.