not really kicking – more like waving appendages helplessly crying ‘where does all the time go?’
well I know where, of course – into the draining vortex that is the 3 year old girl with an ego (or id?) the size of a planet.
I’ve been ‘working at home’ since January – ha! No childcare + partner writing a PhD = very little work getting done by Helen. And virtually no online presence. I have done quite a bit of gardening, however
I’m too pathetic to be able to meet the awesomeness of ’500 word’ pledges ala Callistra, but thought I would at least have a go at 5 lines here every day- or most days. Once a week maybe? Something to try and keep myself on track, and see that I am actually achieving something.
So I must go away and take photos of my veggie patch, which is coming along nicely. And will soon post about some of the projects I am working on (as I may need people’s help very soon!).
And if anyone has advice on toilet training a 3 year who was trained then totally regressed please tell! I’m going crazy and don’t know if I can stand to wash even one more nappy.
speaking of which, washing to hang out. in the dark. damn!