Oh Woe Is Me. It’s Monday.

I don’t know why I’m constantly surprised by Mondays.  I wake up full of optimism and vigour (ok, the 2nd part was a blatant lie) then it goes down hill from there.  On the good side about today I haven’t killed a pigeon like I did on Friday.  And I thank the gods for that.

It’s not that today has been bad per se but it’s been really busy with hiccups. Like popping to my local witchy shop to select a stone for a custom Etsy orgonite order only to find myself in the longest, most pointless traffic jam in the history of traffic jams. We sat in traffic for a good 40 minutes and normally on that stretch of road you hardly have time to get to 3rd gear before you reach the roundabout.  It takes about 2 minutes from start to finish.

I picked the stones I wanted plus some pretty Paua shell to make some jewellery.  And this handbag came home with me too:

I haven’t added the necessary voodoo doll and it looks a little flat because I haven’t transferred all the crap my personal possessions from my other handbag.  Not sure if this is a permanent bag but it’s fine for summer and my old one is covered with strawberry jam (thank you Tabitha).

Tabitha has worn me out too. She’s doing great with potty training now – she’s enjoying it so much she wants to pee every 10 seconds. I’m sure you want to know the deal breaker.  Well, if she uses the potty she gets to ‘press the button’ i.e. flush the loo. I work downstairs, the bathroom is upstairs.  My thighs should put Suzanne Somers to shame (but they don’t).

I’m really tired. There’s always a lot of work to fit in around all the other stuff like laundry, cooking, cleaning etc and some days I don’t know how to juggle everything.  It feels like if I move one more thing everything else will tumble down.  I go to bed on Mondays still feeling surprised… that I’ve actually reached bed time with sanity intact.