Can We Just Build A Fort?!

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Christ On A Bike! I know it's a bit wiffy of me to pop in on the blog and spew a life whinge given how long it's been since my last post, but for the love of Jah I'm so tired of being a grown up! Being a grown up sucks! Right now, I want nothing more than to build a fort and hide in there while people bring me peanut butter sandwiches or hot chips.  Who's with me? There's room for a few of us.

This time of year, when you work, or have kids (or both) life is a bit like running a marathon. Each morning you slink moodily outta bed after a slumber that has been disturbed by multitude of urgent thoughts about teacher's gifts, about food for a class party and about this concert or that permission slip. You may sleep, but if you're a chronic overthinker like me this time of year is simply torturous and filled with constant angst about forgetting something important. At the moment, I feel like once I'm on my feet each day I have to climb onto one of those hamster wheel thingys where the speed is being controlled by someone else and it doesn't matter how fast I run, it's just not fast enough to set a good even pace.  It's flat out or nothing. Anyone else feel the same?

School hols kick off for us mid next week and I'm really not sure how I feel about this; seems to me it's the good news and the bad news. No school lunches = good news. No time to do supermarket shopping or hamster wheel-related errands on my own = bad news. Sleep ins = great news. Bored children who need constant entertainment while I'm working = total bollocks. Yup - it's a sliding scale. (It's also front and centre in the first world problem parade but so be it).

In response to the annoyance and stress of having to 'adult' my way through life currently, I totally popped a valve in my eye yesterday - woke up and BAM. My eye was bleeding. How weird is that?! I actually feel like it was due to stress and some kind of overthinkers' brain explosion. Optom said it was just heavy lifting but the only heavy lifting I'm doing is carrying around all the metaphorical anvils resting squarely on my shoulders currently. Bam. Eye explosion! Totally weird and freaky. And a little scary to small children as it turns out.

Anyway no time for rambling on but is anyone else is feeling the same? Anyone sick and tired of being a responsible adult currently? Why am I in charge of absolutely everything?! I feel like any minute Obama is going to call me up and ask me to arrange peace talks with Russia or something. Just another thing for my ever-growing to do list of responsible adult tasks. (I could probably do it, by the way. Just in case POTUS is reading this...)

In the meantime though, can we just build that fort and let everything take care of itself for a bit? Just bring your torch and I'll supply the rest including the hot chips. And maybe Jaffas. Are you in?!