I’ve been staring at this blank page for over an hour now. I simply have nothing to say. It’s funny how when you’re talking about yourself, you can talk for hours. But, just today, I have not much to say. It may be that as we had dinner with friends last night, I’m talked out. Or it may just be that nothing exciting is happening in my life right now, apart from the never ending waiting game.
Even my old fallback, scanning my list of categories to find something inspiring to write about, has deserted me this morning. I have a list a mile long of things to post about, but no words are coming today. I wonder if it’s because I’m finding it really hard to find things to do with myself.
Staying with the in-laws has meant that not only are we in a smaller house, but there’s more people around to pitch in to things. There’s still two bathrooms, but (believe it or not) the kids clean one morning and night (they wipe down the glass and tiles while in the shower, and mop the floor afterwards, and we clean the other (Hubby has got into the habit now) - so no bathrooms. With 4 adults, it usually works out 2 cook, and 2 clean up. Not a lot to do there, with 2 people pitching it it’s over in no time. Father in Law is a VERY early riser, so he gets up to the kids in the morning, doing the shower, dress, breakfast thing (and loves it I might add). 4 adults to 2 kids means bedtime is a breeze. The washing is insane (remember my weekly washing program? Ha!) But again, with four adults it’s amazing how quickly things get done, despite all the rain!
As for the floors, the kids have so much fun sweeping, and mother in law is still taken with her new vacuum cleaner, that the place is always clean. I spend maybe 10-15 minutes a day doing a general “put away” of the kids and our stuff that accumulates in the living area, and that’s it.
No wonder I’m bored.
So basically, I have nothing to write about. Amazing isn’t it?