So many topics, so little time.....

Have you ever looked at the clock and wondered where the day has gone??

Today has been one of those days. The alarm went off at 6.30am because daddy had an early start, and despite my best efforts to stay in bed a little longer I was wide awake, so at 7 I admitted defeat and got up. Liv followed on about 15 minutes later, so my idea of a lazy cup of tea, cereal and the breakfast news was also scuppered. Daddy went off before 8, leaving mum and daughter alone for the day.

I had so many plans.......

Firstly, I had decided to take Liv along to the local mums and toddlers group for the first time since moving here. Actually I've been putting it off - I'm not great at new people things, and I keep coming up with excuses not to go. This, however, is not exactly a healthy example to set junior, so I steel myself to take the bull by the proverbials and go. Plenty of time thought I, since the group didn't start till 10, I can get Liv down for her morning nap (without which I wouldn't even consider taking her out the door - she's like a different child, honestly), get myself ready (I am, at this point, still in grotty jammies, hair like Medusa and yesterday's mascara) and call the number in the local paper to ask if there's a minimum age for attendance, and do we just turn up.  Meanwhile Liv is showing no signs of needing a nap at all, and since to put her down before she's ready is asking for trouble, I decide to leave her to kick about on her mat while I make a start on the mountain of washing that seems to be breeding in the laundry basket.
I had stripped the bed when I got up, so that went on first so that it would dry and be back on the bed in a matter of hours, or at least that was the theory. Then I started on the pile of dishes left from last night, getting interrupted by a now fretful and sleepy Liv. I took her upstairs to the nursery and deposited her in her cot, where she chewed on her rabbit's arm and drifted peacefully off to sleep.

This was 8.40am. Still plenty of time.

Hah.

Next phase - trying to fit in as much as possible while baby is sleeping. Shower done and personal presentation taken care of, I took out one load of washing and replaced it with the next one, hung the first lot out, and finished the dishes, completely forgetting about the time. 9.40. Shit. Figuring I'd left it a bit late to phone now, and since Liv was still asleep and showed no signs of surfacing for a while, I abandoned the toddler group idea till next week. Hopefully.

So, change of plan. I decided to attack the whole baby food arena. Raiding the fridge and cupboards, I gathered an array of suitable dishes to make, blitz and freeze ready for the next week. Halfway through organising pots and boiling kettles, baby woke, so I left the kitchen like a bombsite and brought her downstairs. And so it has been like this for most of the day, starting one task, being diverted by another, interspersed with Liv's (frequent) demands. So here I am, at 3.30pm, sitting down for what feels like the first time today. Baby is asleep (again), I've just managed a late lunch and a cup of tea, the washing machine is working on load number four (told you it was breeding), the freezer drawer if full of little tubs (and the sink is full of new dishes) from the baby food bonanza, the bedding is on the sofa waiting to be put back on the bed,  and any minute now daddy will be home.

If he asks if we've managed to go for a walk today, I might just cry.