I’m struggling to get any balance at the moment. My Dad and my brother are slaving it out over at the block, trying to finish the shed. I’m feeling awkward and guilt ridden towards them because the shed money’s almost run out. They are working for nothing now. I’m trying to get over there and do what I can do everyday, which doesn’t feel like enough but I’m there for hours at a time. Lewi’s struggling to get the time and attention he needs from me at the moment. He’s aching to have more time with friends but I’m flat out trying to get everything done each day. He’s not loving the block, not one bit. There are no storage sheds left in town to rent. Not sure where we’ll put our stuff when we finally do have a move out date. Plus, to top it all off we’ve both still got colds on top of the tail of whooping cough.
So much to do. Not enough time or money to do it.
Agh! I’ve definitely hit a slump.
What a whinge, huh!
I better stop before the violins start up…