Or "vegemite how you can hardly see it" as I used to call it when I was little, meaning I only wanted a little bit on my toast. That describes my life this week. Today for example, up, shower and make lunches for the four boys, dishes and all the other ugly little morning chores that need to be done before I take the boys to school. After the drop off I must admit I had the leisure of a quick stroll through the nature park with the dog before the rush to work. Worked to 3.15, busy there all day, then had to get Joseph to the physio by 3.30, Seamus to a birthday party at 4, pick up one of the boys footy gear they had left behind and drop it off to the other side of town to training, pick the boys up after training at the same time I was meant to pick up the youngest from the party. Then race home with half an hour to cook dinner before taking the eldest back over to the other side of town for guitar lessons, back home again for half an hour then back again to pick him up, do the dinner dishes, make the boys supper because dinner was early and rushed and they are starving as always, clean up after that answer the phone a few times and then finally it's my time. So here I am sitting at the laptop having a little bit of a whinge about my day, when really it doesn't bother me that much, writing it down has made me 'get over it' really quickly all ready to do it again tomorrow. As a result of this busy week/life I have not had the chance to do much of the camera playing thing, just a couple of quick shots of some flowers I was given the other day, gorgeous and a reminder that spring is around the corner although nothing spectacular in the photography department.
I just reread this, my what a moaner, lol, but I am going to leave it here unedited so one day when my boys have all left home and I, sad and lonely with nothing to do(yeh as if) can look back fondly with the distance of time at how full and rich my life was(insert a chuckle here)