Day 2

Sometimes I feel like a little kid who has suddenly been plucked out of childhood and given a lot of very grown-up jobs to do. I look around and think "Woah. How did all this stuff end up on my plate?!". People count on me. Animals count on me. (Plants have given up counting on me.) It's a little scary.

Today, the burden of responsibility includes a hang-dog husband worn out from like, a million straight hours of work. Two tiny children, who come with no instructions or prepackaged accessories, like their own food or changes of clothes. A dog with separation anxiety. A team of self-conscious teenage girls who are about to get creamed in their first netball game of the season tomorrow. A lizard on antibiotics. A mum who can't work her Navman and needs help. ("Did you watch the tutorial, Mum?" "No, what's a tutorial?"). A pile of Biology assignments about two miles high, that need marking. Tonight.

I'm sure like, three years ago I was still climbing trees for fun, and my biggest responsibility was taping Blue Heelers at 8.30 for my parents. Where do the days go?

At times like this, it would be very easy to justify little lapses, like not going to the gym or reading the ol' biblio. I almost didn't make the bed again this morning - because when I was ready to leave for work Dave was still in it. Felt a bit mean turfing him out, but, meh. I'm behind on my water (sip, sip) and I had a complete fail on number 15, when Dave told me something that really annoyed me about a certain someone... oops.

But! I WILL go to the gym tomorrow - twice! I'm going to have another crack at Samson and Delilah before bed tonight (weird ass Bible story right thur.) Plus - I have achieved washing nirvana: washing out in the AM, and back in in the PM before it started raining. Could practically hear the environment singing my praise. I've discovered an effective strategy for making washing extremely easy to hang out.

Get your husband to do it.

Cheers big-ears! M x