life (mis)management

Aaaargh!  I know, I know, I haven’t written regularly here since January.  I haven’t so much as posted a hello to my readers, and probably owe one of those tedious catch-up what-I’ve-been-doing-for-the-last-six-months entries, though I imagine I might get a few requests to skip it if I asked.  And yet I’m not going to start with any of that, I’m going to start with a scream. 

Aaaaaargh! 

And a little rant. 

My life is out of control, my to-do list has spiralled beyond all measures of manageability or sanity, and no matter how much I get done, it always turns out I’ve left off the most important and expensive things, and then have to do them just when I thought I could finally take a little break.  In the early hours last Thursday I woke with my first severe bout of monthly pain in years.  Now I’m getting stupid anxiety attacks when I even contemplate going to bed for the night.  You can imagine what hours I end up keeping. 

I just wish I had someone I could call and say, "hey, come round and help me sort this out, will you?"  After spending several hundred dollars on warm jumpers, I realise that for the family reunion I’m invited to (oh yeah, more on that later) I need several "dressy" outfits, and my one pair of jeans and one pair of summer shoes is just not going to cut it. 

Oh yeah, the reunion.  Remember how I used to live in Adelaide with my ex, Alexander?  And how I’m still friends with both him and his mother, Anna?  Well, she’s invited me to their big family reunion in Adelaide.  Early July.  Serious, tickets are booked and everything; I’m going.  And yes, she did ask his new partner first.  So I look forward to meeting said partner, and their three-year-old son, whom they’re bringing to Australia for the first time. 

And I so meant to get in touch with folk I knew/kinda know in Adelaide and try to catch up.  *Sigh*  I’m so rubbish at maintaining friendships. 

Right, now that that’s out of my system, time to suck it up and go deal with the shemozzle that is my life.