Scuppered

Tonight I had intended to load up two little video clips – one of each of my boys.  As it is I don’t know what I’ve done with the cable which connects my phone to Mark’s laptop.  It is probably in the same place as the second car key (I only seem capable of being able to locate one car key at a time), the video camera and that blasted avocado.

Today when I picked Alby up from nursery the feedback from the day was that “he just got everywhere”.  He didn’t stop moving from one thing to the other all day – or so they claim, when I arrived he was half dressed and fast asleep in the rocking chair. 

Shannon was sitting on the sofa with glue in one hand, cups in the other and Alby would pick something up, waddle over to give it to her and before she could respond he’d be onto the next thing.  Or he’d start taking things off her, each time giving a little cheeky grin.  She asked me “how do you get anything done?”  Well there is only one answer to that – I don’t.

It is coming up to 1am.  I’m still finishing off a piece of work I was meant to do two weeks ago.  There is a pile of laundry at the top of the stairs (clean) which has been there for two days as I have yet to sort it.  There is a bag of nappies waiting to be put together.  Where my inbox should sit on my desk are two boxes, both containing odd bits and pieces I have collected from around the house when guests come to stay (not as a gift but rather all the bills, stationary, odd toys, pennies and other bits and pieces which I haven’t had time to put away properly but don’t want people to see scattered about the house).  The bath tub is littered with Alby’s toys and his towels are lying on the floor (I don’t dare do anything upstairs as the creeky floorboards wake him up instantly). 

On the plus side the washing up is done, the kitchen surfaces are clean, the furniture has been beeswaxed and the fridge cleaned out.  The toys have been put away, the kitchen floor moped and the bins emptied.

So I haven’t got the whole work-mother-life balance sorted yet.  I suspect if you show me a lady who has you’ll be showing me a liar.