I've come to the conclusion that it's absolutely impossible to be completely on top of things.
It's like when you climb a mountain and you get to the top and you realise you're not actually to the top but you need to get a little bit further again.
AND the more you do the more you realise that you could do and so on and on and on.
The more I tick of the list the more I add at the bottom of it.
And not in a funny ha ha way.
More in a hit your head repeatedly against the wall way.
This has been my view for this morning.
I'm cooking dinner and frequent stirring is required. Also the winter sun blasts through that big window and burns your retinas if you sit at the table.
The big amaryllis flopped down last night so I cut the stem and hopefully it'll grace us with a few more days of beauty.
The two black things in the fruit bowl are two black bananas awaiting to be smashed and baked into more banana bread. I might add chocolate chips this time. just because.
I've moved to fill the dishwasher/emptythedryer/fillthedryer/openthedoortothecourier/cookdinner and that's it.
2430 fitbit steps without actually going anywhere.
Whatever. Modern life is weird.
Nothing much has happened since we last 'spoke'.
The most 'exciting' (and I say this very loosely) thing occurred on Sunday night when No 2 announced at 5.55pm that he needed a cake inspired by Shakespeare and the Globe Theatre.
We made it. It took three hours, a trip to a very small open all night shop, a few tantrums (two from him one from me), but we did it.
Hamlet's skull is a diabetes inducing lump of sugar - a pound in weight - and if you're really interested I can tell you it was eaten (it got split in half and two 13yr olds had a competition to see who could eat their half first. Gross).
You must forgive us the architecturally inaccurate wooden structures, but chocolate mint stick are extremely friable and their load carrying capacity is, let's be honest, rubbish.
We did however received two commendations for it. (Yes WE)
AND a very small post apocalyptic remnant of the cake did make it home, which surprised me. Or maybe it didn't.