I can't write

I really genuinely can't. I have a thousand ideas running in circles through my mind and I can't seem to string two words together, let alone a cohesive sentence about a single solitary one of them.

So you're going to be stuck with snapshots .....

I'm still pissed off after the parent/teacher meeting which took place way back before the Easter holidays because Chloe is apparently "shy" and "quiet". The little girl I know at home who can start a conversation in an empty room and constantly has to be discouraged from taking to complete strangers is shy in school. I can come to one of two conclusions. Either the teacher doesn't really know my daughter, or I don't. I'm terrified it might be the latter.

She also wants to go back to daycare. Kicked in the teeth is probably the best way I can think to describe how I feel about that at the minute, even though I completely understand why she wants this, it's just bloody hard to accept it.

I have a very confusing love/hate relationship at the minute about my home and more importantly the location of my home which will result in me talking myself round in circles for a month before doing absolutely nothing.

Almost all the issues I have with the house could easily be solved if I would just learn to drive, but I can't quite come round to the idea of putting yet another car on the road to ferry a child what I consider to be a reasonable walking distance.

Nobody else is able to see the whole 'learning to drive' thing my way.

Half of me is pleased with my recent weight loss (over two stone), but the other half of me knows that it has come off far too quickly and I'm paying for it. Headaches, general grumpy bumitis and pains and creaks and groans all mean I'd probably take the two stone back again , no questions asked.

And because of these and a whole host of other little niggly things I'm having a complete crisis of confidence. You can imagine just how many boxes of half completed stock are sitting around here at the minute, can't you? Normally I'm very sure of myself, probably a bit too sure of myself to be honest, so when I feel the way I do at the minute I haven't the first clue about how to deal with it.

Even having Robert at home more often isn't helping, in fact because it took away my one big grumble I now have more time to spend on all the little grumbles.

I think it's time to just bury the ol' head in the sand for a day or two. I think if I can just finish one thing or find a solution to even one problem or make a decision and stick with it then I'll be on my way back to my usual self again.

The fact that none of the above, in the grand scheme of things, actually qualify as "problems" hasn't escaped me, but it doesn't make them any easier to deal with either.