I detest when this happens because it means I'll open a clean blog post and stare at it pondering what I should write about.
You can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be lead.Usually, I can
I walk fast, I talk fast, I blog fast. Hey Fuckers, don't judge me. I'm a wife and a working mum, with two wee lassies who have truck-loads of extra-mural activies, who need a mum's taxi to ship them around, always have semi-healthy snacks in her over-size (but oh-so-trendy) handbag and juice on tap from a container in the car.
I get up at 6am to feed the cat and 2 dogs, take them out to pee, wake up my girls, make the breakfast, make and pack their lunch boxes, make sure their school bags have all the necessary things they'll need for that day, including changes of clothes for after-care. Make sure they don't look like orphans going to school by helping them get dressed, brush teeth, brush hair (knowing all the latest hairs trends helps) and all this before 7am. Then I have about, oh, 10 minutes to get myself ready.
I could go on and on about my typically
When the FUCK do you think I get time to think about my next blog post?
Gimme a bloody break
Normal Blogging Mojo will return shortly.
Don't pressure me, okay
Right on to more pressing matters....
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