oops. i forgot that i was blogging again.

it’s just, the end of the year ploughed into me, and the list i carry around in my head, of all the stuff i need to get done before next wednesday, takes up all the room.

it’s by no means an awful list of terrible things, just a big one. of projects such as: “call around to all those places you want to eat at, to see if they’ll be open between xmas and new year’s day” (sort of 50/50); or “send invoices” (invoices as yet unsent); or “bake gingerbread” (men totally devoured at preschool xmas party yesterday, houses assembled and awaiting dispatch) or “paint the kid’s room in a day” (still on schedule for tuesday, must buy paint tomorrow!); or “buy flowers, and mangoes, and a kilo of smoked salmon”.

i can’t even bring myself to consider “clean the house”, but “get those dishes done” is unavoidable; they seem to pile up so fast these days.

before i started a load the other day, the kid asked me to tie a pretend clothes line across the landing of the stairs. so i did, and then went about washing more cups than you’d think a household of three might get through in a day.

and then when i was finished, and moseyed over to see what the kid was up to, i discovered a wonderful installation of miniature cooking utensils strung across the line. much better than when she disappears in silence for half an hour and re-emerges with her toenails (and entire toes) covered in shiny pink nail polish.