Spring is in the air, every sight and every sound...

Finally, I can run with no gloves on. At 13 degrees it's a great temperature. The wind is still a bit of a problem, but at least it's not raining, not icy, no snow and it's not -30. Spring is definitely coming. The daffodils are out, the crocuses are finished and I still haven't planted my veg.

How do people do it...?

It's 10.30pm on a Friday night and I have finally sat down. I don't even have the energy to pour myself a glass of wine. The house is still a mess with toys, washing, empty christmas decoration boxes, clothes, school bags, work bags, shoes.....No matter how much I put things away, tidy things up or even just put things in the bin, it never seems to get any better.  I haven't done any shopping so there is precious little to eat. The washing basket is overflowing and all the drying racks are full.  I haven't finished the tasks at work I was supposed to do yesterday and the weekend is looming with a full agenda.

How on earth do other people manage to go climbing, go running, have their hair cut, wash their cars (?!) and see their friends?  I feel that I fly from pillar to post, just about keeping up with what I'm supposed to be doing for everyone else and there is very little time for the things I want to do for myself. I want to go for a run. But the children are asleep and I'm here on my own; it's blowing a hooley out there; and I'm confined to a pretty limited area of street lights even if I could get out. I'd like to go climbing tomorrow; but there are small people's activities and needs to accommodate. It's not even as though I can climb with the children. Well, I could, but frankly they are still a liability on a wall and need watching. And I don't have eyes in the back of my head (even if they think I do...).

I think the root problem is one of priorities, and I've never been good at ordering those. Everything needs doing so everything is priority in my mental pursuit of perfection. The end result is about as far from perfection as it's possible to get, and a spiralling chaos that is apparently relentless ensues.