Why is it that every time I think I have got totally and utterly organised, there is a missed item of the significant variety?
Why do I so easily forget how much I love going to have treatments like pedicures or reflexology? Why is it that I make so little time, comparatively speaking, for these luxuries?
Why is it that I am oh-so-tired? Feel like I could zzzz for weeks - ah-hah it just so happens...
Why is it that even whilst being careful and mindful not to spoil our children, our children nonetheless seem spoiled when it comes to material things?
Why when I went out for lunch with colleagues yesterday did I make a comment about Boo that made me sound like a bad mother? Why does my irreverent type of humour and commentary of life sometimes come back to bite me? And why then afterwards did I spent a disproportionate amount of time thinking about that comment and what those colleagues must have thought?
Mental note: engage brain before speaking.
Why is that long, tousled, sun-blonded hair looks wonderful on Gisele and rather unkempt on me?
Is anything about Gisele actually fair to the rest of us mere mortals?!
I met a new friend; for the first time in ages a Mummy who I instantly liked talking to and who seemed i) normal, ii) like-minded, iii) vaguely like me, iv) with nice kids and v) who will be starting at my children's school in September. She was Australian :-) Why is it that nice, new, real-world friends are actually so rare?
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