Time, time, time. I haven't got enough of it. Not enough time to read, to do my work, to clean the house, to go to the gym, and most importantly to write - which is becoming more and more of a must for me. The children absorb me, as they should, but the few hours between their bedtime and mine just isn't enough.
I need a sabbatical from all the detritus and demands - chance would be a fine thing hey? If I ran away for a couple of days would anyone notice? Probably not until they were hungry. I'm joking... of course.
Advent, day eleven...
17 hours ago