I'm so happy that my children enjoy being active and playing football. I'm so pleased that football is a winter sport, played outdoors in a muddy field for two hours starting first thing on a Saturday morning. I am overjoyed to have dragged myself out of my cosy bed, complete with gorgeously heavy winter duvet, to stand here freezing my nipples off despite being so layered up that I look like an oompah loompa only without the tan.
Still, at least they're having fun, eh? I'm hoping for a quiet afternoon involving hot chocolate and a movie :)