OK so I said I wasn’t going to do any resolutions but just for today I have sort of...
Started…
Maybe…
Ummm...the Boys are not impressed!
Today I started sorting things out. The first promise I have made for myself. I WILL be more organised.
First it was my bedroom – that den of iniquity – away went the dirty clothes which had been festering in a corner since before Christmas, away went the collection of shoes and boots from under the bed, away went the boxes and paper and other Christmas paraphernalia.
Half an hour later I mused what to do now and with my tail twitching I set upon the boys rooms…
It was a struggle but they soon got the gist of it. If it wasn’t nailed to the floor or put in the appropriate place off to the big black bin bag in the sky – amazing how motivating this type of clear up can be.
Action man, Lego, teddies you name it all suddenly found safety in their proper designated places.
Satisfied by my clear up inside I set about my hour in the garden. I have sort of promised the garden an hour of my day every day for a year and that’s it, no more than that.
It too gave in gracefully apart for the fight I had with some burdock.
It seems like everything is going my way today.
I have not snacked either…my final promise to myself to finally get rid of the baby weight I gained when I had the youngest. I lost a stone last year but gained half of it back.
So there they are, sneaking in, three promises to myself - not exactly resolutions but something to aim for…