My four year old actually punched me today, and told me twice that she hated me. Now if she was fourteen, i'd be expecting to be treated/addressed in such a manner, but four, what's going on? ok, being encouraged to get out of bed to get ready for school can be a drag, but is it a thumping offence? it's not as if we live in a violent household/neighbourhood and we rarely watch tv, so we're left scratching our heads wondering where the hell is it all coming from. It could be peers i guess, or could it be that i represent something that makes her unhappy? i hope not, but i guess we'll have to look into it as a possibility.
it is now eight in the evening and i sit at my desk noticing that it remains piled high with the things that should have been dealt with hours ago. But, my procrastination is only partly to blame this time! One screaming baby and a four year old taking part in a fashion show have provided the fuel for me to reason with my conscience. On the other hand, my conscience is really needling me about the as yet undelivered goods that should have been so by now and yet i find time to blog. Oh, well, time to start thinking about how i'm going to placate tomorrow's angry customers...
Well, here I am with a desk piled high, invoices waiting to be paid, orders to be distributed and many more things that demand my more immediate attention than sitting here writing a blog. Sound familiar? Isn't it strange how we can always find something else to do when trying to complete a task?
My list of priorities is sitting right in front of me and i'm flagrantly ignoring it - does that mean i'm ignoring myself?! Is that possible? I suppose it must be because that's what's going on right now. Should i be angry with myself? Tell myself that i won't get any treats after dinner for being naughty? That's what it be like with my kids - does that make me a bad parent? Am i ambiguous? Do i send out the wrong messages? Oh dear, is there a blog page for neurotics?
Now, back to the desk piled high...
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