Hair tie

I'm sure I am not alone (or am I?), when I say today I had one of those days. A day of feeling a little lost as a person and unsure of what I want to , do , achieve, be. The future is such a certain yet uncertain thing that we have a lot, yet very little control over. Where is the line?, the magic line! where do you stop trying to figure out who and what you want to do, be, achieve and how much do you leave to simply fall into place how it's meant to?
I lay awake struggling with myself (while Bryce seems heavily sedated next to me), so tired yet so overwhelmed. I am clueless, yet full of ideas. Ideas that are trapped inside the blur that is my mind. I want to do so much, be so much, achieve so much and right now I feel like I am doing/being/achieving very little of what I would like to and it's driving me a little bonkers, and truth be known I really don't know where to start…

Now what you came here to hear about… Charli!

The poor child, some days I really feel very sorry for my little bear. I can't help it. I really thought that with motherhood, all of my general uncordination at life would disappear and I would be one of those safe, sturdy, 'normal' mums. But no, It would appear not.

I was tying my hair in an all glamorous bun (I now understand why Mum's don't wear there hair in long flowing curls) and my hair tie broke. 'oh goody' I thought reaching for another when little bear who was lying on our bed started crying. I looked over and that horrid hair tie had pinged off and landed in her eye! Now seriously, what are the odds! Only to me, only to Charli. I am so sorry you have me as your Mama some times darling, but I love you so much and by george, you will be one tough cookie xxx