January has been an odd month. I haven't been sad but I haven't smiled a great deal, either. I feel like I've 'got through' the past few weeks as opposed to enjoying them. Even the simplest of tasks has felt like hard work. I'm not sure whether it's a festive hangover (I miss the relaxed pace of our Christmas break) or if it's because Paul has been working away and the boys and I seem to be lost in a perpetual state of coughs, sneezes and trips to the doctor's for injections. As we flip the calendar to February, I'm hoping that the new month brings with it a little bit of magic, and returns warmth and energy to my bones (instead of me continuing to rely on blankets and coffee).