So I am looking at the clock and it is 10.57am and I feel like I have done 12 hours worth of work since I got up this morning but if I look at my to do list it would appear I have done none.
Yep - I do have a To Do list. I check it every morning, try to work out what is most important that I get done today, except in working that out I probably waste time I could have dedicated to actually achieving one of the tasks ...
So task one for today was the gym, but I cancelled because I just knew I had so much to do today - and it is the 15th, the day I email out the newsletter - so always a busy day for me. So I wake up and get the kids dressed and fed and then I shower while they play downstairs ... and for the first time I actually manage to finish a shower without them coming in and interrupting me ... and I am drying myself thinking how nice it was to have a peaceful 20 minute shower all to myself and then it occurs to me that perhaps there is a more sinister reason for them being so quiet ...
I'm always right. I come downstairs and Olivia is drawing with crayon on the lounge. And she looks at me with a sparkle in her eye and says ... "drawing on lounge norty mummy". I'm speechless. "It's not funny mummy". I still can't speak. "I go my room now mummy". And off she goes upstairs and closes the door. I proceed to get the cleaning supplies to wash the lounge, lucky we have a lounge with a washable fabric ...
And Olivia comes down after about 10 minutes, cuddles me and says "I'm sorry mummy. " And I haven't even had a chance to tell her off yet.
So I jump onto my laptop to start working on the newsletter - and am greeted with about 15 emails. "Where's my Cuttlebug Pre-orders" ... advertising deadlines ... web orders ... do you sell such and such, I can't find it on the site ...
Ok - I reply to a few ... I upload a couple of products to the online store ... I email off a new advertisement for Scrapbook Creations.
Cool. Time to open the Newsletter file. Hmmm, what's that familiar smell ...
Off to change a nappy ...
Ok, I'm back. What was I doing - oh, that's right - the newsletter ...
Hang on, "You've got mail" ... oh, it's Mel at work with some more things for me to add to my list of things to do ... ok, write them into my list ...
Back to the Newsletter ... "Mummy, I'm hungry" ... yep - 10am. You can time it, they need food. I make them Peanut Butter sandwhiches. Right - they're happy eating again ...
Back on to my computer ... oh, another email - this time from my cousin. One of those stupid "answer all these Questions about yourself and pass it on" ... which I read because I find it quite interesting ... but I don't pass it on. There's just no time ...
Alyssa comes and sits up at the desk next to me to do some Cuttlebugging and sort out her storage binder, for the fifth time. Cool. "This one's my favourite mummy ... do you like this one .... I wish I had more ... can you help me ... do you think we should go to the shop and get more ..." "No darling, you'll have to save up some money if you want to buy more" "But I lost all my money mummy" "How did you lose it?" "Well Lucy ate it ... she chewed it all up" "I don't think Lucy chewed up all your money darling, she can't chew coins". "Well I have seen her chew stuff mummy, like when she chewed the eyes off my purple poodle ..."
And so it goes on ...
Oh, that's the phone. It's Mel - she's all excited that she got published in the mag this month ... she suggests we add a gallery to the blog to showcase the customer challenge layouts each month ... great idea, I'll do that now ...
So I log into typepad and find myself here writing this post.
And the newsletter isn't finished, I haven't added the gallery, nor attended to the other 20 things on my list for today.
And yet, while it is strangely hectic and I often find myself working till midnight, I am loving every minute!!
"You know mum, we really should get a new poodle - cos the purple one has no eyes and I really think I need a green one mummy ...do you like green poodles mummy? I love green poodles, they're my favourite. Should we get one mummy?"
"Probably not today, babe - not today."
