Well, it's been three months since I last posted. Shocking really, but I just don't know where the time goes. Christmas and New Year flew by. Work life has been stressful, home life has been full on and that has left me with very little time to pursue anything else.
As I spend a lot of my working day staring with glazed and dry eyes at a computer screen, the last thing I feel like doing when I get home is to pick up the lap top and spend the evening staring at that. So instead, when I finally get the time to sit down I stare with glazed eyes at a TV screen instead. In the absence of having any good books (I never seem to be free when the library is open) I need something to help my brain unwind, and that tends to be a bit of telly. I don't really watch the soaps, unless you class Holby City as a soap, but I do like a good drama and I am a sucker for a bit of X-Factor just because I don't have to think!
However, as soon as the nights begin to draw out, once Corey is in bed I will be spending some of my evening time in the garden trying to be productive. I do grow vegetables, but the last couple of years it has been a little half hearted. This year I'm hoping to put a bit more effort in so we can reap the edible rewards in the coming months. We are lucky to have amazing rhubarb and raspberries. Last year we also had blueberries, courgettes, strawberries, and a few lettuces. This year I'm hoping to expand on that.
When Corey is awake and I am around, then obviously I want to spend that time with him. He is an amazing little boy with a cheeky personality whose vocabulary grows every day. I want to be around to play with him, talk to him, read him stories, sing him songs and show him the world. This afternoon we were in the garden. He was digging, playing with his water table, helping me plant some bulbs, and generally having a good time. I couldn't do as much gardening as I wanted, but at least it was a way of combining things that needed to be done together with sharing time with my little boy.
Steve and I actually managed to get out on Friday night to a favourite local pub to have a few beers and some uninterrupted time together. However, I forget that I can't take my alcohol like I used to and a pint and a half of real ale, topped off with a couple of whisky and gingers, followed by a cheeky liqueur when we got in, found me flaked out on the living room floor. Basically I passed out and woke up in the early hours wondering where I was and how I got there - it also wiped out most of Saturday as even Steve flagged after an 06.30 start and had to go back to bed for a little nap mid morning!
I'm hoping to pick up my writing course again. After a great start with my very first assignment, I got stuck on the second and haven't been able to move on......that was back in October. I've had another 5 or 6 assignments through since then and really need to squeeze in a few hours somewhere to get back on track. It would be amazing to get to a point where I could actually earn some money from writing, but unless I pull my finger out and actually start writing that is never going to happen.
Work takes up too much of my life, but until I find that magical part time job that will pay enough to cover the bills, or land a windfall on the lottery, or be left some country pile by a distant relative I never knew I had, I'll have to keep plugging away full time.
There are really not enough hours in the day. Or maybe I just need to schedule my time more effectively....
