Sorry for the lousy service

What a crazy few weeks!

Ever since the horrid stomach flu took hold I have been playing a game of catch up. Never getting ahead and only at moments barely scratching the surface.

Life just gets so busy

Life just gets so overwhelming.

I’ve been feeling as if I’m a yo yo on a string.

Up and down

Walk the dog

And the very apt “over the hill.”

I love my busy life, having a household of four incredible kids is exhausting but so much fun.

Yet I’m sure at times God just decides to have a little fun and lump all my appointments together.

We then have to add sickness, exams and birthdays to the mix.

A sprinkle of theatre performances and a topping of a new hamster


The final result is a well and truly baked Sara.

Again week I have more appointments a file full of paperwork and a load of blog posts to write.

I also have a university or two to visit.

While planning my charities next event and my ladies get together.

So I apologise that it’s a little quiet around here right now.

I do hope to resume normal service as soon as possible or at least before the kids leave home.

Another planet

Seriously please tell me I’m not alone.

Teenagers really are from another planet right?

I honestly give up trying to understand them. I seem to have the knack of getting everything wrong.

Also what was cool one day is soooo not the next.

I need a guidebook that has a daily entry full of what’s ok for that given day.

Don’t get me wrong I love my girls but my goodness it was so much easier when they were little.

Give me four under five any day

People tell me it’s them finding their place in this world, they own identify .

I’m a bit concerned that being stroppy individuals is their true identity.

As for sisterly love I’m sure it should be rephrased “well I haven’t killed her today”.

I am at a lost, I’m considering moving country for a few years well until they are adults anyway.

I know I know, these years are precious and I will miss them when they leave home, but marking days off a calendar is ok isn’t it.

I love them but I’m shattered.

Tell me it gets easier, if not please send wine.


A holiday to recover from this one

I’m exhausted

The thoughts in my head are struggling to make sense.

I can’t hear myself think

As much as I love my children I fed up of being their amusement, cash point, referee.

I thought it was supposed to be easier as they get older?

I admire they dedication in their pursuit to drive me insane.

I’m finding myself saying phrases like “just because” “I don’t want to know” and “give up”.

Where did the grace I started the holidays disappear to?

Like rain tumbling down the drain my patience has slowly left the building.

Ive tried, I’ve drew, I’ve shopped, I’ve played, I’ve listened , i’ve refereed but I’m tired.

The holidays are too long

I need a holiday to recover from this one.