I dont know why but everything I do is last minute. I have always been like this but its the way I cope and the way I can prioritise so much into my life. I dont for one minute grumble at anything I have to do (well, except wash and dry the dishes - blech). Its just that I get to panic stages and I stress but then heave a sigh of relief as target has been hit and deadlines have been met.
Im off to Barcelona on Tuesday with Marko so you can imagine that 5 luscious days out of the country will eventually have its effects on my work, ellie, the house etc etc blah and snore. Then when we get back on the Sat, Belle and I skip off to Rotterdam on the tuesday. How am I suppose to cope without sniffing my basic grey? Belle will be keeping an eye on my things as our inlaws are house sitting for us whilst we are away (perhaps they might decorate the back bedrom whilst we are away??!!) With everything to prepare and no time to do it - we went out on a geocache today. Like, we had time. But it was a glorious day with a crisp chill in the air which is doing my chest no good but still. fresh air and adventure.
I have pictures to share but look at the godang time - its 3.30 in the morning. In 12 hours we will be picking ellie up from school after a visit to the bank, a meeting with the head teacher (thats not going to be a good thing for any of us), parents evening, final post and a BOM layout to do (soz roz!!).No rest for the wicked. And no rest for the downright jack of all trades, master of none ;)
PS: Pic is of belle at our last geocache - I laugh my head off everytime I see that little bobble on her hat go boinging around the woods and trees we hunt around