Since Jake’s birthday last week the time has just flown by. There’s been errands to do in between a hefty amount of work (for which I’m grateful) and it feels like I haven’t had a minute to myself. On top of this I’ve been on the receiving end of my elder son’s pre-teen temper and Tabitha’s terrible two tantrums.
Do you ever get to feeling like you might just expload? lol, it’s been one of those weeks for me.
I’ve got a lot of new projects lined up and needing attention which I enjoy but when you throw them into the mix of everyday life it can seem a little intense. For example, I would LOVE to spend half an hour or so doing something just for me but I can’t because I’m going to ToysRUs so Jake can spend his birthday money. By the time we get back home, run baths, put Tabitha to bed, get the boys to bed and then do yoga (something I haven’t managed to put into the pleasure category yet) the evening is gone.
Anyway, I’ll stop here before this post turns into a ‘poor me’ rant. Phew, did feel good while it lasted!
Oh, before I go. Do you remember my Yule gift? She sits up on my bedroom dresser/altar and each night I position her dead centre (I’m somewhat fanatical about symmetry so believe me when I say she’s slap bang in the middle) and by the morning she’s swivelled and angled towards Paul’s side of the bed. WTF?
