Not enough hours in the day!

Ever had the feeling that you are drowning in things to do?

I find that at the moment even the quickest simplest task is being shohorned in between everything else I have to contend with, drowning without the water, thats a good analagy of the situation at the moment.

Health wise, bad, but having to work around the fact that I am in pain at times and worrying about certain factors that accompany the pain, mainly the loo, just having to roll along with it as the following is all on my to do list:

: Wardrobes - fit 3 double sets of

: Pannelling - panel every room in the entire house which yes, did in fact seem like a good idea after rooms 1 and 2 but now the delight of the effect is wearing pretty thin after putting up enough wood to sustain my wood burner for at least, ooh lets say - a decade!

: Kitchen - clean it oh and finish off the brickwork hang a few doors and plaster repaint a wall.

: tile and panel (arrghh) new bathroom

Builders : organise and make tea, hold hands whilst explaining every job in triplicate with actions ( was always fairly good at charades) and placate too every whim

Play charades with children, clean, feed and listen to children, read to children, listen to moaning of children and then run away from children very very fast before I explode.

Calming down again, all the above is quite a lot to get going, the list just keeps going on and on, I stopped and thought about it all the other day for about a nano second ( thats all the time I could spare).

I sat on the roof, and kicked off the moss ; well I would have done had I had a long enough ladder as that needs doing as well. I did stop for a minute though and think hey is all this worth it, running around chasing my tail getting tired and miserable for what, what indeed.

WEll that small minute was all I needed to kick old moaning minny into touch again and firmly. I have never been really miserable, no never I am not a miserable person, heartbroken yes miserable not really, I have had big things to fight and face, most of which I still fight and face now and cannot unfortuneately be fixed by a spot of no nails and a bit of two by two. Tired yes I have done that one in spades some days due to chemo and looking after 5 children, even opening my eyelids was excruciatingly painful and hard to do : even though still not fighting fit and a bit tired, the tired I feel now is a walk in the park.

Out of that negative mode I sanpped there and then, put up a few wardrobes, walked the dog fed the chickens picked up no 5 from playgroup, made him lunch, made a cheesecake, watched a bit of incredibles whilst hemming a skirt, picked up other 4 made dinner, made milkshakes, bathed them all, put chickens to bed, fed dog, fed husband, should switch that last one really!, put children to bed, listened to more moans of the day, and after having a 1 minute shower whilst talking to no 5 about sonic screwdrivers ( reminds me have to tighten door on wardrobe 1), I finally go down wash up and retire to sofa with a bowl of mush and an orange squash, but at least dear friends I did it all today, by myself, and hope to do the same tomorrow and the next day, as I so often I remind myself never ever take anything for granted as it can be snatched away so very bitterly that you have to appreciate everything, well I say that , clearing up after the dog comes way down that list, but still.

Bring on the Shan

Reasonable Saturday,

Did the usuall Ballet , gymnastics; the children did I mean not me , me well just the taxi service you know how it goes!.

Moved the chickens to there new fenced in home at the end of the garden, chased the chickens to get them into there new fenced in home at teh end of the garden!.

Watched the children swim, changed the children , fed the children, put up a picture rail in my daughters room,cut hair, as I say usuall stuff.

My daughter wondered if I had time to dig a small pond for the chickens, affraid I didn't, must be getting lazy in my years, I actually for once had something better to do......

Something absolutely wonderful to do during my long frequent moments in the cloakroom (sorry, the new Darren Shan.

Long have I awaited this book, since the last in the Demonata series which I think was a filler book leading to this one and then to the end.

All I can say very briefly now as I have to wash up get snacks for all before Dr Who starts, was that it is absolutely FANTASTICO!!! and no, I will never use that word again, promise!!!!!

The Shan meister is truly on top gripping form in this one, the man is a genius, and all in the filler book (BEC) makes sense, what a magician the man is.

GO GO GO THE SHANMEISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!