Will I never stop this blubbering? I cry at the drop of a hat and it is annoying, but I am really feeling like a baby. Found myself saying to my teenage son today that I am fed up with being the grownup (and not even one of two) - that I want to be a child and have other people make decisions, not me. Which was not a very gracious thing to say to the poor boy. I don't want my children to see me crying all day every day. Not that I think it would be great if they thought I didn't care, but it just seems so weak. It is so overwhelming. I don't want to go into too much detail about

Today, I was up at about 7am and full of energy. It felt good to be doing something positive after a few really hard weeks. Hung out laundry, cleaned bathroom, fed youngest daughter scrambled eggs. Ticked a few boxes. Now I sit and listen to music and write this short post. Yesterday I met up with fellow Wiki members in Bloomsbury for coffee and a drink. I really didn't know quite what to expect having not done this before but I was very pleasantly surprised how relaxed and open everyone I spoke to was. I wish I could have hung on in the pub and talked some more but I had to get back for the

Someone once said to me that people are either radiators or drains. Some bathe you in warmth, in other words, while the rest drain the energy, life force or fun out of you. Similarly my sister is fond of saying that someone is either part of the solution or part of the problem. And I have heard it said that people are either a blessing or a lesson. All very neat and tidy. If only it were so! I find that people do not fall conveniently and easily into one category or another, though it can help to think about them in these terms. I got to thinking about this reading xargle's blog