Incapable of time keeping

Dear Diary,

This won’t be a ‘proper’ entry.  Only got ten minutes before I need to leave for therapy. Already tried to leave once before realising I was an hour ahead of myself.  Grrr I am either late or early, perhaps one day I will just learn to be punctual.

Am a naughty pupil as I have not done my homework.  I wasn’t in the best state of mind at my last appointment and rather shocked the poor woman by almost crying.  Not a crier and she has only achieved tears once before – I was coming to terms with being unable to read books anymore.  So the look of tear trembling rather threw her.  

My homework was to think of some ideas for things that will engage me mentally, that I enjoy and that moves me closer to my ‘values’ and gives a purpose to life.

Hmmm

I am a last minute merchant, and always have been, for any homework or prep.  Generally a good thing I can think on my feet and ad lib.  Not sure that will help me much today. 

Also not in the mood for soul baring.  

Mother dearest suggests that if I am not in the mood for soul baring then therapy is probably even more important.  I’m not convinced.

I want to spend the day focusing on rest and happiness that my niece has not only arrived but is improving hour on hour.

Harrumph.

Mr S is in Newcastle for a few nights so it is very odd to be on my own with the babies again.  They hate me calling them babies and quite rightly point out that they are young people.  They’ll always be my babies though.  Think they are off to cadets tonight which will be interesting as it doesn’t finish until 21:15 and I am normally in bed by 20:00. Think I might have to set an alarm, just in case I fall asleep.  

Right suppose I ought to shift my arse, takes longer to get anywhere these days.

Fi