It’s less than 15 weeks until my due date, less than 20 weeks till Christmas, therefor less than 21 weeks till the year ends. I don’t know where the time has gone; it seems to be racing through my fingers at a terrific speed. Has someone sped up the clock and not told me? If so can you please just slow it right back down again, back to how it used to be.
Do you remember as a child when you were waiting for a birthday or Christmas it seemed to take forever? Now the years are passing me by two quickly. I’m having a bit of a panic, just less than 13 weeks left at work that makes it sounds even closer until squid is due. I have nothing ready; I have no little lists telling me what I need. No idea who’s going to look after Joshua when I’m in hospital....who can I call in the middle of the night to say come on over please? There’s so much to think about, granted I don’t need as much stuff as I did the first time but at least then I knew I needed everything – now I’m not quite sure. I got as far as putting Joshua’s clothes in bags according to size. But honestly I can’t bear the thought of taking them out, washing them, drying them, ironing them and sorting them out to see if there is anything we need. Having a winter baby this time there is going to be some things. It’s weird cos last time I somehow enjoyed the tedious task of washing and ironing, maybe it’s because I didn’t know how much time I was going to spend washing over the next year. My ironing pile is never ending, I just don’t want to be adding to it...if I live in denial I might be safe.
Somewhere in the next 14 and a bit weeks (providing squid doesn’t show up early) I need to organise everything I need for the new baby, make plans for Joshua, buy him a present from squid, buy squid a present from Joshua and do ALL my Christmas shopping. There is no way I’m dragging a 17 month old and a new born around busy crowded shops – not in a million years. Somehow I need to fit this in around looking after Joshua, working, and the million and one other jobs I have to do in the house anyway. Fourteen weeks sounds ages, but it only seems five minutes ago it was 20 weeks and I decided it was time to slowly start sorting things... yet 6 weeks later and I still haven’t done anything.
I keep hoping for some energy to come back to give me the motivation to get on with things, but I may have to stop hoping for that soon and just do it... cos those fairies are just not going to show up and do it for me I don’t think.
Oh gosh dont tell me, please, time really flies by :( even for me and I dont have that much on me to do list like you have.
ReplyDeleteGuess you really should move your butt and start to do things. Perhaps start to make a list of the things you have to do :) and every time you manage to do something you scratch it from the list :D
Fingers cross the time will stop flying by soon so that we can all enjoy the time more :)