Procrastination

Have I mentioned procrastination? Hmmm.... no, probably meant to but never got round to it.

Anyhow, today I discovered that I am a master of procrastination; so good, in fact, that I don't even know that I'm doing it. This morning I had a reflective moment and realised that I was carrying out the little easy jobs I had to do, none of the heavy duty stuff "because I might tire myself out too early". What a load of cobblers. And I believed it; I am too gullible.

I also continue to be a complete thicko and managed to send someone an email with an "interesting link", forgetting to include the link.

But it seems that this is OK as last night I had a reassuring evening with the girls (or should I say ladies as although we all met as spring chickens with new babies, the babies have flown the nest and we are a tad older). Yes, we have all got major meltdown of our memory banks, but are more concerned with suffering from withdrawal symptoms from our departed offspring; major trips to Tesco are becoming a rare event, housework seems to have shrivelled to almost nothing and no-one is getting woken in the night by an apparent herd of elephants careering round the house after a night on the beer.

I also learned that many of these bereft mothers are planning a whole new social life and can't wait to get on with it. It seems the Crying Weeks are well and truly over!