Everybody needs a deadline

TODAY, I'd like to share my thoughts on deadlines. Ah, deadlines. I love them. I can't work without them. In fact, they're probably the reason I've worked for a newspaper for the past 16 years.

Each weekday is a fast-paced-here-there-and-everywhere sort of time, virtually living by the seat of our pants, as any full-time working family does. Come the weekend, my steam has long evaporated and the adrenaline that keeps me going throughout the week virtually disappears by the time I wake up on Saturday morning.I have been known to not even get dressed from my jim-jams before noon and those who know me well will not dare call before 11am, either in person or by phone, for fear of what they may find ... usually, the boys and I having lunch in our PJ's with not a pair of bright eyes or a bushy tail in sight.

If I don't have to be somewhere or do something by deadline-o'clock, I just moapse around the place picking up toys, crumbs and sweet wrappers that weadle their way into my life to annoy the living daylight out of me.

My weekend motivation levels are currently clocking in at minus zero but I really do need to get myself sorted as our move to far off waters is becoming increasingly closer.
We have a speculative date of mid-January in our minds before we fly off to catch the Melbourne summer and end of the school's six week summer holidays. Although this is still unconfirmed due to outstanding dotting of I's and crossing of T's, it becomes more real with each week that passes.

There have been tears from me this week and I'm sure more will flow, even more so when we're out there with husband in work and children at school and I'm left alone in contemplation..... Maybe I should consider rounding up all the Ex-Pats from the area in which we settle and replace the 'coffee morning' with a 'sobbing session'.

The thought of all those tears that could be used effectively towards easing Australia's water shortage makes me happy and reinstates my British Stiff Upper Lip ... what what.