I'm surrounded by mountains of stuff.
- There's the Everest of school items to de-label and re-label.

- there's the chaos on my sewing desk (my computer table is full too. I'm currently typing on top of the ironing board on top of said table)
- there's the pile of photos that need to be put into albums (the kids have been at them, and I know it must have been No 2 because he's pulled all the photos of himself on top!)

- there's the mess of fabric on my sewing desk that must be put under control if I want to sew the hundreds of school labels in time for school in September.
Not to mention the mountain of recycling in the garage, the mountain of ironing in the basket, the mountain of toys to put on ebay.
- AND the trip to the barber shop we should have done before the holidays...
- the dry clothes hanging outside.
- the wet clothes in the washing machine.
- the dirty clothes still in the basket.
I must stop. It's kind of depressing. Let's talk about something else.
- I can't get over this jet-lag. I spend half of each night awake and half each morning in a coma after I drag myself out of bed trying to regain the right night/day balance.
- The kids can't get over their jet-lag. They spend half of each night awake (in my bed. Why?) and half of each morning in an awful mood trying their utmost to annoy the heck out of each other.
- We all have a blissful window of about three hours in the afternoon when all is good and then tiredness takes over and it's all downhill from then on.
No, I must be more cheerful... let's see...
- I have bought all the school stuff/clothes/shoes already. The kids are under strict instruction of not growing at all for the next four weeks.
- I have found my favourite little camera I thought I lost in 2009. Can you believe it? It was at the bottom of an Ikea shopping trolley I used to use to cart around all the stuff for my felting course. I'm sooo happy. I knew there was a reason why I couldn't bring myself to throw away the battery charger and various cables.
- oh, how could I almost forgot THIS wonderful stash of goodness?

Lots of Anna Maria Horner fabric that I had delivered to my friend's house in San Diego and then took home avoiding international postage rates and import taxes. Genius, me think.
Now where should we start from?
Coffee. Always from coffee.