Lifes Lottery

It's one of those days when I find it hard to get motivated and just end up plodding through the normal tasks of housework. On days like these I find myself daydreaming about a career and having a cleaner! I love being a mummy and working from home but days like today I wish I was a lawyer or a teacher or something else. The summer will be here soon and everything looks a lot rosier then and the days are longer and seem more relaxed. Will it ever stop raining??????

At least my children are at a good school and won't have to go through the awful lottery of getting a good school place in the next few years, (there's only one high school in our town). I do not envy any of those families waiting for the envolope to drop through the door today. I can rememebr the feeling of complete failure when I failed my 12+, having been expected to pass. Mum decided to send me to an all girls secondary school, out of catchment, but failed to realise that this would mean to see my friends at weekends and in school hols she would have to drive me there, as the buses were few and irregular. Maybe in the long term I did better going to that school rather than the high school or the local secondary school but I don't think it helped not having friends just around the corner. Anyway my thoughts are with those children who may face the look of failure from their parents in the next 48 hours but it doesn't mean they are doomed. I still got an excellent education and went on to uni so don't give up just yet.

washing, washing everywhere and not a thing to wear

Although it could well be water, water everywhere the way the rains coming down today. It's true I live in a washing mountain. Everywhere I turn in my tiny house there is either a dirty sock or a clothes horse bursting with damp clothes or the washing machine is humming away, (and giving off an awful smell of rotten eggs...any cures for this greatly appreciated!), the actual dirty laundry basket is overflowing again and then there's all the washing waiting to be put away, never mind the ironing. Where does it all come from??? I know really it's just incredible that 7 people can create such a mountain, a full time job on its own. I find myself wearing something for an extra day just to avoid putting it in the toppling basket of dirty washing.

Then if it's not washing it's mountains of newspapers, drawings, magazines, toys. I live in a world of piles of stuff and mountains of washing. Who said Suffolk was quite flat..they should pay a visit to this 3 bed terrace and I will prove Suffolk is far from flat.

So as my baby sleeps I wonder round with arms full of things in a vain attempt to find the floor & table again. Maybe I should just make another cup of coffee and wait for those country life squirrels to appear and clean it all up for me. Well that's how my children think the house is cleaned!!!!!!!