I've been asked by a good friend of mine to re-exhume this blog. I'm not sure how successful I'll be because for the past 17 months I've been a mother to 7 instead of 6 (and sometimes even 8 when my step-daughter comes to stay!), which means I am the very definition of busy, always. Who knew that 7 would be so different to 6? Huh.
It also means I can barely string a chain of cohesive thoughts together never mind being able to transfer them to paper before they've promptly made their escape, leaving only jumbled up lists of things I need to DO, and NOW!
That seems to be my life at the moment- a series of things I need to get done, pronto. Not for myself of course, but for my family and on occasion, others as well. This leaves little time to think, do and even feel anything other than stretched, overwhelmed, old.
So, as I say, whilst success may be unattainable, I shall at least try. One more thing to add to my to-do list...
It also means I can barely string a chain of cohesive thoughts together never mind being able to transfer them to paper before they've promptly made their escape, leaving only jumbled up lists of things I need to DO, and NOW!
That seems to be my life at the moment- a series of things I need to get done, pronto. Not for myself of course, but for my family and on occasion, others as well. This leaves little time to think, do and even feel anything other than stretched, overwhelmed, old.
So, as I say, whilst success may be unattainable, I shall at least try. One more thing to add to my to-do list...
