What an inspiring lot...

I've just had a blog-fest, catching up on news from half a dozen marvellous friends who blog - you know who you are. And I feel humbled and inspired in equal measure. It never ceases to amaze me that, despite the daily grind we all go through looking after our offspring, there is so much else going on in our lives be it emotional, vocational or spiritual.

I've been struggling a bit with all three in the last week or so - I've felt very unsure about where I want to be in five years, literally and metaphorically. I seem to find myself feeling that my life as it is now is a bit 'more of the same', despite the move from London. Of course, I should know better than to think that just by moving physically, somehow I'll become that spiritually mature person who has a career doing what she loves. What I'm learning is that I need to focus on the here and now and not get bogged down in the stuff of tomorrow. It's only by opening my eyes to the opportunities life offers every day that I'll reach my goals. So I'd like to live in an eco-house in Devon, run my own ceramics shop/studio/cafe and send my children to some kind of alternative education school? Then that's what I'll work towards. Might not get there in the way I imagine - might not get there at all - but surely that's part of the fun. It's the journey man, not the destination...

Still here...

Yesterday was a bleak day in the brief history of my parenting. I woke up knackered and stayed that way all day. Something was going on beyond just being tired - ironically I slept pretty well on Tuesday night and perhaps that was the problem. Not used to sleeping well at the moment thanks to our two little angels.

Anyway, suffice to say that after falling asleep in front of Bob the Builder before 10am I knew the day wasn't going to go well. We had nothing in the diary so I ended up calling Antonia over the road at 4pm begging for a cup of tea and a change of scene! Needless to say, it cheered me up no end.

Sleep is still an issue - as O seems to be doing better, F is showing distinct signs of teething and woke twice last night. My solution is still to stick her on the boob, but I know at some point I'm going to have to find another way!

Thankfully, life returns to normal next week with the resumption of toddler groups plus O is going to pre-school three mornings a week. So nothing to complain about really. How we're going to pay for it is another matter which is praying on my mind. I've started contacting a few people about getting freelance work but my heart's not really in it...

And it's my parents' ruby wedding celebration this weekend which will be lovely. We'll catch up with my sister who we haven't seen for weeks. Hurrah.