Sometimes I hate Sundays.

Sunday evenings to be precise. When the weekend is nearly over, and I’ve got to sort out the kitchen and the living room table, and work out whether there’s anything to package and post and it seems like about 30 seconds since I was last at work and only 30 seconds before I need to be there again 🙁

didn’t get myself motivated this morning – I’m sure you’re all amazed by that fact. But did drag me and the kids out to do the shopping this afternoon (gotta love Aldi, £35 for most of the weeks shopping (no bananas, how can they not have bananas???) as well as a sewing kit, another microfibre towel for camping, and wonder of wonders, double sided sticky tape!). We even made it to Meadowhall, and made Tim’s weekend by finding him a replacement wallet (he’s been moaning for as long as I’ve known him about not being able to find a single fold wallet that would hold all his stuff and still fit in a pocket, well, we did it) as well as the cufflinks we’d set out for. I was slightly freaked when the wallet that was marked as £6 rang up as £5, and the cufflinks from the £14.99 shelf came through at £12.99….should I have bought a lottery ticket? 😉

Anyways, I’m supposed to be doing a whole load of stuff this evening, and I’m prevaricating as usual (yet another surprise). I’m in a really bad mood, partly because a house we couldn’t afford in an ideal location that would suit us down to the ground sold before I could even arrange for us to go see it. Plus there’s the usual how come I’ve ended up with the work-life balance so out of whack that my weekends are in hock to the wages thing. I really need to figure out how to get myself organised.

But this stuff won’t get finished if it doesn’t get started…