Thinking about...

Have I got much to say? Some days, not so much. Still as I potter about my mind buzzes with things to do and consider. Such as, I bought this top from Aubin Wills...yep it's just like about four others that I have, but still, I likey.

Our summer holiday plans have shifted slightly, owing to some stuff with my in laws and how they have decided, basically, to come with us. Sooo, I am looking to book a place for our little sub-family to hide out in for some of the time. This involves going further afield to our normal well-trodden path in Portugal. I am seizing the day and choosing somewhere completely different on the West Coast.

Boo is having a bit of an anxious phase at the moment - not sure why. It makes me regard her like some anthropological experiment as these facets of her personality develop and I am at a loss to see where they came from and where they are going. Is that a nine year old thing? She doesn't even seem to know what it's about herself. Maybe some days are just blue days for no real reason?

via are so happy

My son's teacher has suggested that I should spend more time with him concentrating on reading and writing. He is five. Homework is not really a priority for him. However I can see that his hand-writing is not quite the same as that of his peers, when there is a class display. The fact is: he would rather be kicking a ball. This inevitable truth about my boy means that I foresee a pattern of teacherly interventions that will leave me struggling to get him more interested in books, less interested in rugby.

via we heart it

I've got to deal with the mental block I have about doing the house admin. I have piles and piles of papers in every room. It is like a siege of paper that is rivalling even the ironing pile - and we know what that looks like. What is the answer? Get an incinerator? Instead I get seduced by items like this from Cox and Cox, as if they will solve the paper siege by making it look pretty...err, I think I'm delusional! :-)