Since #2son’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 #2son 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?