Having a word with myself.

I wasn't going to do a Blog.
I thought-why would anyone be ineterested in the confused, slightly senile ramblings of a 40 year old housewife and Mum?
I asked my eldest son what he thought and he reminded me that it can be just like writing a diary (which is very therapeutic I find) and also that I could only write it when I have the time-there's no law to say I have to write a clever/amusing/interesting blog daily. Phew.
Hooray, I thought-I'll do it. At least, I'll have a go.
I felt quite brave.You see I am a scaredy-cat.I don't like doing new things much.I am a creature of habit.I live in my own little bubble, surrounded by all things familiar to me, feeling permanently on the edge of everything going pear-shaped.I have to stick to my routines and rituals to prevent myself from scrabbling down over the edge.

Oh dear. That's a bit worrying.

This weekend, the things I have been moaning most about are:

1.) Why my eldest daughter had 'dropped out' of Sixth Form to work full-time, at 17 years old?
2.) How much I would love a lie in, I haven't had one for about 7 years!
3.) Why is our just turned 3 year-old ALWAYS in our bed, space-invading, every morning?
4.) When did my 16 year-old son lose the ability to speak in sentences rather than grunts? (Though he did manage a sentence this morning.Which was nice.)
5.) Why does my house always look like a very badly organised car-boot sale?
6.) Did I really argue with everything my Mother said to me when I was only 7 years old?
7.) Will our 8 month old ever start sleeping for more than 10 minutes at a time?


Then I saw the latest news on T.V.
11 days.
Then I realised how incredibly lucky I am.