Time. I have none (I have loads for pasta). It's not for the lack of planning. I am an OCD sufferer. Every aspect of my life is planned and plotted, albeit in my mind. Everything in my head is broken down into little pixel-sized nuggets that I move around my brain as things happen. Wake up (click-shuffle), make breakfast (click-shuffle), get everyone dressed (clikc-shuffle), and so on and so on, all day long.
This system works very well for me, however since his majesty is not clairvoyant and I don't verbalise my mental algorithms, there is often some tension. Since I'm the one with the grand fantastic plan in my head I always know what's going on. It's his majesty who quite literally misses the memo.
All this is just riff-raff as judging by the date, my darling little blog, I have neglected you. Sorry. I have been making mental posts in the traffic each day. I just haven't had a nano-second to put carpels to keyboard. I have however eaten my way through at least 8 good books since my last post, so I'v not exactly been picking my navel.
I hereby solemnly swear to be a good girl and try to write to you daily. Or maybe three times a week. Or let's just see how it goes.
For the love of gooseberries, I'm the mother of a toddler, just summoning a pulse most days consumes too much time.
But dear blog, I will be better.
Starting tomorrow .....
Toodles
