Footie in the garden

For a variety of reasons I was feeling very low for most of the day today.

I am not good at sitting still and so I don't find recovery from an operation an easy task. In many ways I know I should bask in the freedom that comes from being able to sit on the sofa, eat biscuits and cuddle my newborn, but I don't find that comes easy to me.

I feel guilty about leaving all the work to my lovely husband, frustrated that I can't nip down to the basement and put a load of washing in the machine and discouraged that despite trying hard to do nothing I am still in a lot of pain.

Anyway, the point of the blip is that in the midst of feeling low today I stupidly forgot how much being outside in the fresh air really helps me and that a quick stint sitting the garden often helps to lift my mood. It wasn't until the older boys came home from school and I sat outside with the little-est watching them play footie, that I started to feel much cheerier.