and I hadn’t even had a drink.
Just didn’t want to get moving this morning – don’t know how long the alarm was going off for, and by the time I got downstairs with dressed children it was 10.30. Mooched around getting a couple of bits of work done and feeling sorry for myself – had planned to go to the Flea Market, but it wasn’t happening. Decided we would go after lunch, then discovered that we didn’t have much food in to have for lunch, so fed the offspring and eventually tootled off.
Parked up in the multi-storey carpark, looked at the car next to me and rang my mother.
“Where are you?”
“In town.”
“I know that, I’ve just parked next to you.”
So we met up with her, and then bumped into Sarah as well. Dragged mother to poundland arcade in search of birthday presents, and then went along to Sarah’s shop for some more. She had also made me a laminated week chart so that I can discuss with dd what we are doing when, and she can see it on a chart (got a feeling I’m going to end up drawing some odd captioned pictures so that she can know, otherwise we’re going to run into the can’t read thing again). And Roo had managed to pick up an End of Story book that she didn’t want, so I’ve borrowed that to have a look. *If* I get time.
I really want to write stories. I used to write stories and poems. I even had some poems published, and short stories (although the latter were in a sci-fi mag run by a friend, so I’m not sure they count). I’d like to do more on my artwork, and I’d love to finish some of the craft projects I started for sale. I just don’t quite know where every day goes. It’s not like they are full to the brim with home edding as dd is still remarkably unimpressed by anything I suggest.
I watched part of the programs on genius on BBC2 last night. There was a woman on there who was marked as being a complete failure as she had never achieved her potential. Apart from the obvious points as to who decides what is potential and whether you’ve met it, I do sometimes feel that I have rather failed to live up to my own. I look back on the past year and can’t quite see where it has gone and what I have to show for it. I don’t seem to have stunningly happy well adjusted children, and if I haven’t managed that, you’d think I’d have something else to show for it, but no. My own website hasn’t been updated in months (apart from blogging tutorials…), I’ve got several hundred books that I bought and haven’t sold, the house is permanently a tip….
so what have I done to make myself feel better? Start a new website, *obviously*. If I get a bit more work done on it tonight (write a style sheet basically) I might even let you all have a look….
