Some days are like walking through thick fog even though it is actually clear and sunny outside.
There is so much in my head.
So many ‘what ifs’ and ‘I wonders’ and ‘will it all work out in the ends’.
So much to do and how to fit it all in and which things to say yes to and which things to say no to. And what if I pick the wrong thing, make the wrong choice? What if I just wait and see?
Does any of it really matter?
Which things are really important and how to do I weed them out from among all the other clutter? Which things are frivolous and fun and meant to be enjoyed and which are serious and need real concentration and thought? Which words are said in passing and mean nothing and which ones call for attention and remembering?
And what will we have for dinner? And should the sick girl go to ballet? And should I hang the washing outside or in? And is Izzy really going to clean up her mess like she promises? And is the Small Boy happily engaged in something positive or doing something quietly terrible?
And when can I go back to bed and try again tomorrow?