January is such a strange month - we all have so many plans but how do we get them going and not let half of them fall by the wayside - or should we have so many so that we don't run out of things to do?
I have been looking forward to this weekend for a while - Crochet Along begins!
How do you get from quiet and tidy to mayhem in less than three minutes? Invite some children of course!
Well all the Christmas decorations are safely packed away and this weekend's list was long. But here I sit on Sunday afternoon having achieved very little this weekend.
Got called in to babysit for a couple of hours over lunch yesterday, John and Steph were both working and their times co-incided. Will needed a hand to build an extension to our biosphere so the hens had more room. The housing order has been extended to 28th February because some cases of bird flu have been found in wild birds. Luckily there was a sale at the garden centre so I go more polythene. Housework always gets in the way of my best laid plans, dammit, and I am resisting the urge to rush around at the moment.
I decided to make a load of soups for next week instead of eating winter comfort food which actually gives very little comfort when added to the hips.
I have a pattern to write, ironing to do, it's sunny so I should really go out for a walk and soak up some vitamin D. And I can't be bothered.
Oh man this gets on my nerves.
I get on my nerves.
It's January - my least favourite month of all the year. It happens annually - get over it.
Now the yarn is whispering to me - tempting me to pick up my hook and forget about the things I should do.
I've got enough clean clothes to ignore the ironing for another day. So eyes down and hooks away!