My house is a war zone and I am hiding out trying to avoid my family, at least until the boys leave for tennis and Mum doesn’t have anyone to fight with. I am leafing through my blue day book, feeling the start of a blue day coming on. Lucky it is already quite late, I think I’ll just sleep it off. My holidays are well and truly over and it seems as if I never had a break at all. Back into the daily grind. I think I need a hug…
I realise that I have neglected this little space here and am attempting to do a better job in the future. I have volleyball on Friday morning at 7, ooohhhh :-(
House variety is turning into battle of the egos and I am excited about Megan and my dance that we are choreographing, but dreading the next meeting (inquisition) – especially at 7:30 on a Monday morning. Why do I do activities that require me getting out of bed before dawn?
I am avoiding doing my maths homework, although I am not sure how i will go tomorrow in class. Maybe I’ll take my blue day book just in case…