Sunday, 26 October 2014
sorry, thankyou and the entwisle family
Oh poor, neglected, great-vast-canyon-of-nothingness-blog.. are you still there.. ere.. ere.. ere..? Are we still friends.. ends.. ends? Acquaintances..? Something.. anything.. ing.. ing.. ing?!
It feels as though all those seams I worked so hard to stitch you up with are unravelling faster than I have time to repair..
When we returned from holidays, I thought I would have time. I thought I would make time. Holidays are so bloody brilliant at making you forget about the reality of daily life and what is actually, physically - REALISTICALLY - achievable. At least achievable while raising three small people. Plans and lists are made, imagining days of better organisation, more productive working hours, making time for the important things, crossing things off lists.. instead I'm chasing, and rushing, and searching for hidden hours in the day.. my mind is elsewhere and the want to be here, in this space, is hanging by a thread.
But that's a whole other post.
If you've stopped by, hoping for something new.. and you were met with the same post as last time.. I'm sorry. And thankyou. Sorry for boring you and thankyou for continuing to stop in, like the friendly neighbours I feel you are. There is much to explain and fill you in on, but there will be time.
Right now, there's a hot cup of tea and an episode of Stella calling me before I call it a day.
And there's the Entwisle family. Little boys with happy parents, weekend sunshine and the park.. what more do you need?