It is amazing how sometimes we just can't seem to move forward, like those weird dreams where we are running without getting anywhere.
Whenever I seem to plan stuff, something else always happens. (As John Lennon once said 'life is what happens when we are busy planning other things')
Last Friday I had arranged to go to an Acoustic Evening, a few people gathering together and having an acoustic jam session, I know it doesn't sound that funky. I have never been before I thought that I could give it a try. (I really like singing and I am looking for a guitarist and thought that it might have been a good opportunity)
On the Thursday my husband decided that he was going away for the weekend with a friend. (again) SO I had to cancel Friday. Couldn't leave the kids alone, and they would have got bored if I had taken them. So that plan went out the window.
We had a pretty quiet weekend, got some films from the DVD shop and I honestly can't remember much else.
On Monday I was supposed to take the car for a checkover, it smells of petrol a little and has a few other things I just wanted to check out. That plan didn't go ahead either.
My son had a fall in school on the friday and didn't complain about it till monday morning, I decided that it might be best to take him to the hospital. SO off we went. After seven hours of waiting, tests and more waiting and more tests, and hearing everybody complain about waiting and having tests, they decided to keep him in for observation. Which was pretty good really.
He stayed in the hospital and only came home today. I was getting exhausted by the journey to and from the hospital twice a day, so good to be at home with him.
Wow. My life is pretty much like this. After one thing there is always something else. It is like climbing up a ladder that keeps sinking into the ground. I never seem to get anywhere.
I was supposed to be painting pictures for an exhibition since the end of January, but just haven't had a chance. I had pneumonia, the kids were sick, the car was giving me grief, my son went into hospital...nuim
Sometimes when thing go well, I actually start to worry! And think omg what is going to happen now? Things are running too smoothly, something is bound to go wrong. (Ironic, I think I am Alanis Morrissete)
Next week, then, I hope to go to the mechanic and I also have a cow to paint. In the museum. Don't ask! I'll post a pic when it is ready
Whenever I seem to plan stuff, something else always happens. (As John Lennon once said 'life is what happens when we are busy planning other things')
Last Friday I had arranged to go to an Acoustic Evening, a few people gathering together and having an acoustic jam session, I know it doesn't sound that funky. I have never been before I thought that I could give it a try. (I really like singing and I am looking for a guitarist and thought that it might have been a good opportunity)
On the Thursday my husband decided that he was going away for the weekend with a friend. (again) SO I had to cancel Friday. Couldn't leave the kids alone, and they would have got bored if I had taken them. So that plan went out the window.
We had a pretty quiet weekend, got some films from the DVD shop and I honestly can't remember much else.
On Monday I was supposed to take the car for a checkover, it smells of petrol a little and has a few other things I just wanted to check out. That plan didn't go ahead either.
My son had a fall in school on the friday and didn't complain about it till monday morning, I decided that it might be best to take him to the hospital. SO off we went. After seven hours of waiting, tests and more waiting and more tests, and hearing everybody complain about waiting and having tests, they decided to keep him in for observation. Which was pretty good really.
He stayed in the hospital and only came home today. I was getting exhausted by the journey to and from the hospital twice a day, so good to be at home with him.
Wow. My life is pretty much like this. After one thing there is always something else. It is like climbing up a ladder that keeps sinking into the ground. I never seem to get anywhere.
I was supposed to be painting pictures for an exhibition since the end of January, but just haven't had a chance. I had pneumonia, the kids were sick, the car was giving me grief, my son went into hospital...nuim
Sometimes when thing go well, I actually start to worry! And think omg what is going to happen now? Things are running too smoothly, something is bound to go wrong. (Ironic, I think I am Alanis Morrissete)
Next week, then, I hope to go to the mechanic and I also have a cow to paint. In the museum. Don't ask! I'll post a pic when it is ready
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