Well while the rest of the country watches Grey's Anatomy and I, in my tv-free house, do not, I've sat here and demolished the best part of a box of chocolate biscuits.
It's one of those days. You know, where you're not quite on top of anything. Where you're absolutely knackered and been trying, trying, trying but it doesn't seem to be enough. Where there are so many million other things you wanted to do but didn't get to - everyday seems to be a bit like that for me at the moment. And I'm tired. And I want to do better - in everything - as a mum, a writer, a friend...
but sometimes you've just got to sit back and think well good enough is ok.
Phases. Its all about phases.
You ever have times like that?
The nanny bathed the babies again - twinges of guilt DL because the nanny is there to do the big kids so I can do the primary care and mothering of the babies. Its hard enough being a twin let alone being numbers 3 and 4 in a family - one to one time? Ha! What's that they say?!