You could be forgiven for thinking that I had gone, well...a little crazy, perhaps. Certainly I'm at a crossroads and that can do funny things to your sense of direction.
I also feel pretty rough and am finding the school run (with new improved drop-offs) actually a lot harder than I thought. Truth is, it didn't cross my mind that I would be stressed by having five children attend four different educational establishments. Shows how much I know me.
Added to that our, or rather my four-year-old's, honeymoon period with school is now over and the newly minted partnership with school has hit a slightly rocky patch. She's unwrapped the presents (lovely new lunchbox), partied at the reception (had fun in the playground) and now she has decided she'd like to be a baby again, thank you, and spend all day at home with mummy. Yes, let's not say any more about that lest we, meaning I, get all sniffley.
So what this all means is that I haven't been up the allotment and have sown one tray of calendula seeds I'd saved. That is it. Instead there has been much reading (just finished Behaviour of Moths), coffee shop visiting and shopping. Oh and thinking.
The thinking has arrived at the stunning conclusion that the shopping has to stop. And has also created my Manifesto. Yes, really important stuff. But it is obviously important to one part of my brain because I could not get past Blogger's Block until I had Got It Out There. Life's like that sometimes. You just have to.
