Sorting out the Home Front

If there are any psychotherapists out there, I wonder what they'd read into this picture of my little house portrayed in its very idyllic setting.

Yet behind closed doors, all hell's let loose with a little one who's struggling with his new routine, a mother who's struggling with settling him into his routine and a backlog of stuff that's struggling to be fitted around all the struggles with all the routines there could ever be.

As well as everything else I have a fridge whose resources have been used up to the point that every time I open the door there is now a silent scream of "feed me". And I know that if I don't go shopping very soon, it'll grab my trolley and set off to the shops itself.

So I'm going to hit the shops today big style. As I can't physically wait until Market Day, I'm about to visit the HUGE supermarket down the road. It's the one that I normally avoid because it's too big, too busy and has so many tempting distractions I always have to struggle to keep my willpower under control. I suppose at least I can also put this visit down as research for a forthcoming chapter in the book.

So as I venture off to the supermarket please excuse me while I blog off for a while longer. I need to juggle a few more things on the home front to help Little T feel more settled. So, I'll be offline for about a week.

In the meantime, If you want to keep yourself entertained, you can catch me looking very serious over at Baglady's place, and sounding very serious on last Thursday's JVS show at BBC Three Counties Radio (fast forward to 2hrs, 15minutes).

See you soon xxx

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