Oh where for art you, blog?

Last year I used to have this lovely little window in the morning, where the kids were happily munching their toast and I could bash out a blog post. This year that window has disappeared. Making TWO lunches, a crying baby and ironing uniform seems to have sucked that precious little moment right up. 

As the day progresses, I'm struggling to find a moment to write and now I've got soggy, squashed mixed-up blog posts coming out my ears, instead of my fingers like they should. It's not good. I miss writing here. 

Instead I'm thickly spreading butter with a scrape of vegemite on Vita-Wheats for one, thinly slicing cheese and spreading avocado on bread for another. Which, let's face it makes for boring blogs, so I'm going to take my sleep deprived self and have a nap instead, who knows when the chance will present itself again.

The amazing sleeping boy has morphed into the non-sleeping boy and this phase is getting longer and longer. So I'm grabbing a moment of peace and quiet and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz