Hello
I know, even I’m impressed I’m back here on this blog so soon. I actually am quite chuffed. And here I sit on a lovely bright, bright sunshiny Friday afternoon in my garden .. PI report emailed, chauffeur hat off, family sorted … and no more deadlines.
Happy face on.
I do think deadlines should be really called stresslines .. gotta be here, gotta do that.
Once something has a ‘gotta be/do’ in it, I feel my voice get a tone and I do get a bit stressed, to the point I should quite frankly prescribe myself a yoga session/ chamomile tea/chocolate/any half a dozen Taylor hug/pinot noir/massage. All together.
Seriously, I’m not that bad but I do need to work on that, and as you know I’m not a resolution type of human so it’s an ongoing project. I’ll be busy.
All about projects, I was outside snapping pretty photos to post here, and as I was done outside feeling all proud I wandered past the biggest project of my life. And I was taken aback.
Is it a stressline ? It is if my undies and socks are at the bottom of it. Gotta ‘be/do” ing this project. Double whammy. See my issue.
It’s not exactly my proudest project and to be fair, I’m often disappointed that I procrastinate so badly about getting going on with this one. But for the love of God how does it get so big this project ? Every single day. Not judging right ?
Not so well hidden in the corner of our lounge is this horrendous tsunami of dry but yet to be folded laundry issue. Nearly every day and definitely on a Sunday.
And what I don’t understand is that not one of us ever appears to be running around naked so why does this issue not ever get to zero ? Ever.
Unless ….. someone knocks at the door, and then we grab-hoist-run like mad down the hallway with the whole mess to the spare room.
Inevitably undies, one sock and a t-shirt that none of us own is dropped en route to the spare bedroom. Mortifying.
Especially if those undies are mine. Not too bothered if they’re not. I find that quite amusing.
Anyway, its getting chilly out in the garden now and clearly I have a project to get on with.
So here’s my disclaimer, best not to mention this project if you happen to call by. I’d love you to call by. Just don’t mention this project. Unless you can cope with the tone.
Winky face on 😉