A year ago I fulfilled a long-cherished dream by setting up this blog. As Time has crept on, change has slipped into our lives under her mantle. Mercifully mundane, this change is merely my husband (M)’s change of job (for the better I might add) but the new job has stolen away a good 2 1/2 hours of his time with us each day, time consumed by a hefty commute to and from his office. And suddenly I am reminded of how infinitely precious time is in a most prosaic way; my daily workload has seemingly doubled.
Paradoxically I love how much I miss my husband. I have really struggled to cope without his help and support both practical and emotional and my neglect of this blog is a direct result of this change of routine. But, on reflection, how sorry I should be if his absence should go unfelt. My heart aches a little every morning when M’s little devotee asks me (no matter how many times I try to explain) ‘where is Papà?’. But almost instantaneously I realise how lucky we are to be so close. To be sure the school run is barely bearable and bath time is beyond burdensome but when the weekend comes, and we are re-united, we are spoilt for affection and somehow, somehow we appreciate each other a whole lot more.
So that elusive friend Time has slipped even further out of my reach. Again.
They say you have to make time to have time. Well, if I’m ever going to make enough time to blog again I’m going to have to switch from a hand whisk to an electric mixer, put it on Speed 3 and squeeze out some spare minutes through sheer determination combined with a good dollop of imagination. And a very tight timetable…
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