Four hours. Four hours in a car with four children. 220 miles, or thereabouts. It’s a long drive, but we made it without stopping, and there was only screaming for the last 15 minutes or so.
It gave me time to think. Ponder around how to achieve the visions I blogged yesterday. One of the things I’m going to do is give into myself more. For example, I’m a control freak. You wouldn’t know it to look at my house, which quite frankly, is a tip. This is because I spend a lot of time trying not to be a control freak as I don’t like the idea of it, it’s kind of not a friendly way to be. But I’ve decided to give it free reign for a while, to see if there’s a way of balancing the control with the friendly chilled me I imagine myself being.
I don’t know how this is going to work out. It may be a complete disaster. I’m definitely going to have shell shocked children. But I might get a tidy house out of it, so that would be a good thing, right?
I’m starting tomorrow with the hall…