So it’s been a pretty hectic, crazy week, chez NML and of course it is all of my own making because if only I could get a grip on my runaway time management, life would be so much easier. To be fair, it took a few days to recover from my food poisoning episode…and in the overall scheme of things I’m Getting More Sh*t Done, but I realise that I still have a long way to go. Take Thursday for instance, where I decided to set the alarm for 6am so that I could catch up on some work.

6am - Alarm goes off. Will myself to open my eyes and eventually I do but only so that I can press snooze on my phone.

6.05 - Snooze alarm goes off and I don’t even bother to open my eyes as I feel around for the snooze button. “I’ll get up in five…” I think to myself.

6.10 - “Oh f*ck it, I’ll get up at 7″ I mutter.

And that’s how easy it is. The trouble is that I’m tired and without the impetus of actually having to be at a desk by 9am, it is pretty damn easy to have a lie in and vow to catch up later.

I’m starting to get scared that I will never get organised! I have been doing some freelance work and finishing my first ebook which I finally uploaded and I am literally flying by the seat of my boxer knicker pants - I long ago gave up on thongs which I never thought I would do but I like my bum being warm without lines…. Anyway, I digress….See how easy it is?

One of the things that has made the week a bit more helter skelter is that not only is the bambino crawling and systematically trying to destroy the house but she increased her vocabulary and her voice volume ten-fold after two days at the childminder. Before when I used to be saying “No” to her she would either scowl at me or squeal in frustration but now it’s “Na, na, na, na , na, na” in different speeds, volumes, and tones. She emptied out all of my filing, went under the stairs and tried to pull out her car seat and the vacuum cleaner, went to the front door and found a stray leaf to eat, disappeared under the dining table and refused to come out, tried to beat up the xBox 360 and the Wii, emptied out mine and her grandmas handbags, tried to eat my theory test certificate, emptied out one of my drawers full of clothes, puked on some of the clothes, farted in my face, and tried to pull my hair out. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg….

I know it’s supposed to be a good thing that she can crawl, is attempting to stand up, and is inquisitive, but nobody can quite convey just how much of a handful they become and how much your day changes. I feel like all I say is “No….No…Mummy says no….No…NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Then she gives me a gummy, toothless smile and I end up laughing at the little minx. Where are those frigging teeth!?!

I purchased a big fat diary on Wednesday because I can’t be bothered with all of these online tools for time management and organisation. I am going to fill it in with all of the work I have to do, places I have to be, and use it as my bible because technology is not the answer to frigging everything. I respond better to things that I can see but if I have ten billion things open on my laptop, how am I going to see Google Calender for instance? I will still use some of these things for reminders, but there’s nothing like a good diary…

I am finally going to admit something that I have been putting off for ages…The bro is moving away to Dubai on Friday. There I said it. I’m gutted and it probably won’t seem real till Friday. Tonight we’re out for his leaving dinner and as it’s also the boyf’s birthday on Monday, I’ve arranged for a few of our friends to turn up and surprise him. I’m probably going to have a drunken weep later…

On another note, the postman knocked on the door with one of the boyfs presents and I had to throw on a cardigan and race down to answer the door. It was only after I closed it that I realised that the postman might have seen my pants as the cardigan wasn’t closed properly….

Oh dear…have a good weekend!