Time Passes...

It's a common complaint, I know, but I rarely seem to have enough time. I'm not greedy - a couple of extra hours each day would suit me. Just enough to let me do everything I need/want to do and still get enough sleep at night. This year is marching by at breakneck speed - days and even whole weeks just slipping by. The demands of three children, home and work are never-ending and I sometimes feel like I'm swimming against the tide, barely keeping my head above water.

I've had more than a few evenings out over the last few weeks, and though I love to get out and see bands, socialise with friends and generally feel like I'm still me and not just a mum, wife or whatever, I have been burning the candle at both ends. If you hadn't already guessed, I'm feeling tired and slightly sorry for myself at the moment! Things haven't been helped by the fact that, at the end of last week, whilst rushing to leave the house to collect Daisy from pre-school, I slipped on a toy which had been discarded on the top step and crashed down the stairs from top to bottom, grazing and bruising my back and aggravating an old ankle injury. I'm sure I'll begin to feel better soon. I have nothing major planned for the rest of the week and I'm hoping that a few quiet days and - hopefully - some sunshine should sort me out. Not to mention the fact Big Brother 7 starts this week. Only two days to go! Ok, I admit it: My name is Julie and I'm a Big Brother addict. It's been several months now since I last indulged...


Time Passes... - Paul Weller (Stanley Road, 1995)