I’ve been a bit quiet on here lately. So much for the regular new content, huh?
Sometimes there are just too many things going on at once for me to be able to keep up. Other times, my brain just doesn’t function properly and consequently, I fall behind.
Most of the time, it’s a combination of the two.
Perhaps the best thing for me to do, is to stop setting unrealistic goals for myself? I have three young children, around which I need to fit in work, blogging and the monotonous responsibilities of everyday life. It’s only natural that I drop a plate or, as in my case, an entire dinner set, every now and then.
When I think of all the things I should be doing, I sometimes look at my children a bit enviously. Wouldn’t it be amazing to be two years old again? To have zero responsibilities or obligations? For no one to roll their eyes if you stamp your feet and have a tantrum, which even at 33, I’m still known to do every now and then.
I would miss wine though, so there is that.
I can’t complain though. Next week, we’re off on holiday for nearly 3 weeks. 3 weeks of sunshine and swimming in the pool is not to be sniffed at. No doubt I’ll have my fair share of wine whilst we’re there too.
I mean, really, what have I got to complain about?
So yeah, this kind of sums up life lately over here. Me, struggling to keep up, whilst counting down the weeks, days, hours and minutes until we go away. And with the weather we’ve been having, you could hardly blame me. This has been the least summery August in memory and I say this as a sit here under a duvet, wearing a chunky ribbed jumper.
I even started thinking about Baileys the other day, a sure sign that colder months are on the way. Either that, or a sign of my descent into alcoholism, it could be that too …
As for when we get back from holiday, we already have loads of things planned. We’re going to Moseley Folk festival at the beginning of September and going on a road trip to Bristol the following weekend. I quite like the thought of having fun things to come back to and I’m also looking forward to going back to a winter wardrobe.
Jumpers, tights and boots will always be my favourite.
Oh, and starting September, Elodie will be in nursery a few afternoons a week. This should hopefully make the juggling act a whole lot easier. Fingers crossed, at least.
So, if you’ve managed to stick with this post up to now (precisely 506 words of pure waffle), then bravo. Thanks for that. Hopefully, I will be right back here with more drivel sooner, rather than later.
In the meantime, enjoy the remnants of summer! Not long until we can all start drinking gingerbread lattes and stocking up on mulled wine again (see? it’s not all bad!).