Grrrrr

Well, it's well past midnight again and ONCE AGAIN today I have had zero time to do any sewing.... this is driving me nuts.

I have projects which are sitting there crying 'do me, do me' every time I walk past with my arms crammed full of laundry/on the way to the Ray Mears Nuclear Survival Cupboard to get more ingredients for the latest meal/towards the back door to go and do chicken-related stuff. And each time I have to reply 'Maybe later'... in the full and certain knowledge that the chances of me getting any clear space in the schedule for a bit of stress-reducing Me Time are pretty close to zero. Either that, or just as I get to a point where I can think 'Oh I could sit and do some sewing now', without guilt, Baby Troll or The Kittens do something potentially life-threatening which demands my immediate attention. Or one of my friends rings up with the latest crisis. Or Troll rings up with some problem or other he can't solve from the Autistic Man Camp and which I therefore have to Drop Everything And Deal With As A Matter Of Cosmic Importance. You get the picture...

It's got to stop soon... I don't know about everybody else, but in situations like this I find myself mentally squatting, Krakatoa-like, (the bodily me meanwhile is scampering around like a cockroach on a hot rock) until the critical point is reached and in a frenzy of consummate disgust I throw every deeply boring task which I Know Should Be Done For The Benefit Of The Household onto the backburner and spend a lovely time Being Completely Selfish And Doing My Own Thing. And WOE BETIDE ANYBODY OR ANYTHING which might even have a nanosecond of dreaming it can disturb me once I get into that state.... the house can go shipwreck itself for all I care when I'm in my East of Java moda (and yes, I do know Krakatoa was WEST of Java before anybody starts trying to be smart).

Unfortunately, as Troll is due back from the AAMC next week, and will expect the house to be more Mary Poppins than Mary Rose, I know it's going to be best for all concerned if I can manage to contain myself for another few days. Anybody who has a spare troupe of cleaners/a house chef with a taste for producing gourmet freezer food/a nanny to make Jo Frost resemble an experiment in chaos theory knows where to find me....