- I was working last night.
- I was working the night before that, in fact, I’ve been working evenings for two weeks. Working evenings means finishing at 12.30, then driving home, getting to bed around 2, getting up to help with kids at 7, going back to bed, and finally rising late morning to faff about and go back to work for 4. Consequently, I’m knackered.
- This week, due to other things going on, the kids stopped off the path on Thurs night, I stopped at a friends in Brighouse, I picked the kids up and brought them home yesterday and didn’t get home til lunchtime. Consequently there was no window for packing up camping stuff.
- I have a stinking head cold and suspect I ought to be in bed rather than contemplating camping at all. I feel terrible.
- The children have no wellies or waterproofs – we’re going shopping this afternoon.
I’ve only just discovered that many of my friends have been twittering – thought it was kind of quiet on the blogs in some ways. It’s odd having just joined up and realising that they’ve been chatting this way for a bit, I feel adrift. I also feel adrift at work because of the shifts (I’ve been working shifts because one of the team members I recruited didn’t work out and that left a gap.)
There are various other reasons that my head isn’t quite with life atm, I’m hoping that a holiday might help, but I’m also afraid I’m going to arrive a day late and get stuck out on the edge and barely see anyone. Oh well, I’m taking a couple of books and some crochet. And no computer.
We’re not arriving ’til Monday night so I’ll join you stuck out on the edge.
I don’t crochet but I can bring books and wine.
Although you probably meant physically whereas I’m worried about not being able to slot in to it all in terms of connecting with people by arriving so late. Clo will be clingy as she’ll be coming in when all the kids have completely gelled so she won’t have any friends. That’ll aggravate me and I’ll be unsympathetic so she’ll be even worse. It’ll rain so I’ll be cold and miserable – Merry will refuse to talk to me ever again. And all in all my gut feel about camping being a really, really bad idea will come true.
Self fulfilling prophecy? Maybe.
Need to change my mindset a bit.
well, i did blog my twitter start, as did most others.
lovely to see youwhen you arrived
michelle – rofl in retrospect.
if its any consolation. I don’t twitter. whilst I love reading peoples blogs, I just don’t think I need an ongoing stream of updates on peoples lives. If I just read peoples twitters and not joined in that’d be a bit weird, and I have no desire to join in yet.
Hope you didn’t feel too far out there, everyone was on the edge, and those that wern’t already stuck on the edge, soon moved there!!