I don't like to complain because on so many levels my life is so incredibly wonderful but at the same time this week has also been a big cup of crapola as well. Actually it might even have been longer than a week now I really am not sure.
It is like a lazy autopilot has been switched on and I am just trying to stay in the air. Everything is out of whack and belongs in the way too hard basket. Every little thing seems to be getting on my normally strong as steel nerves.
I know that lots of little things that just keep on piling up, make everything just down right sucky.
Things like a sick child all week long. The too sick to go to school but not really sick enough to lay around sleeping and doing nothing kind of sick. The drive me absolutely batty by the end of the week kind of sick that now appears to be passed on to youngest. Ensuring the sleep deprivation already experienced will continue to grow.
Things like the mother at school who informed me she felt the school had already gotten enough out of her and as such she was not in a position to help me find some more parents to help out in an upcoming fundraiser.
Things like the fact I just hung out a load of towels that have sat in washing machine for more days than I care to remember. I do know that they have been washed three times though. I also know that in order to hang them out.
Things like the never ending leaning towers of dishes that are always surrounding my already cramped and tiny sink space.
Things likes constant piles of washing in need of washing, folding and being put away. Only to be torn out of the cupboard, worn for a short while and then left laying on the floor somewhere between the bedroom and bath room.
When I started this post I was planning on joining in with Saturday Morning Orge Mum's