I could come on here and pretend everything is lovely and that I’ve had a fabulous week. But I’d be lying.
I’m only human. I’m a mother of four children, I’m self employed, and there isn’t enough of me to go round at the moment.
I’m fundraising like mad.
Oh yes, and I’m trying to persuade my reluctant body to run 26.2 miles.
And arranging a fundraising quiz night.
And sorting out a bake sale at school.
And trying to persuade people to give me prizes for a raffle.
And organising printed t-shirts for Marathon Day.
And doing a Body Shop/Phoenix Cards party.
This week has been hard. K, my husband, has been working away, and he’s not home until tonight. Then he’s working again tomorrow.
I had to tell no3′s teacher that it was my fault he hadn’t done his homework.
I had to tell no4′s teacher that he was wearing wellies to preschool because his shoes had disappeared in the chaos of our house.
I had to tell no2′s teacher that the printer wasn’t working and I couldn’t fix it, so his homework would have to wait till Daddy got home.
I had to tell no1 that the letter she absolutely must have back to school, Mummy, fell off the top of the microwave and caught fire on the hob.
The dog hasn’t been walked.
I impulse bought a new chicken (don’t ask) and the other two are being Mean Girls to her.
There is an ironing pile in the garage with clothes in it I dont even remember buying.
The allotment police are going to arrest us for neglect.
I owe about seven hundred emails.
I have done so little work that I’m probably going to get the elbow.
But you know what?
Saying all my troubles out loud doesn’t make them go away, but it makes them a little bit less scary.
It’s okay to have a bad week, isn’t it?
Tomorrow I’m going to put on my trainers, and go for a 15 mile run.
That’ll cheer me up.
(I’ve added a new comment system to the blog, so if you want to tell me how you plan to cheer yourself up this weekend, or if you want to make me smile, just click on the little ‘comments’ tag at the side there. Oh, and the comment seems to take a moment to appear, so don’t worry if it doesn’t turn up at first. Technology, eh? One of these days I’ll just leave a post it note on the blog and you can scribble on it instead.)