Chaotic

While emptying my head into the shiny new bullet journal a few minutes ago, it struck me that I haven't written in the blog today - and I really should, because I would scarcely believe the chaos and mayhem currently surrounding me in years to come unless I write it down.

My youngest daughter still hasn't had the baby. Her body hasn't shouted "all systems go" just yet. It wasn't due for another few days anyway - but we all feel we're on borrowed time, and wonder if we'll make it another day, every day.

The waiting game coincides with my other half travelling across the country with work tomorrow - so sods law will of course dictate that the baby will make its appearance while she's away, and she'll miss everything.

Tomorrow a heating engineer will also call to look at our recalcitrant heating system, which refuses to warm the house to anything like the temperature it should be.

I'll also need to hand over work things to a co-worker that I should have on Friday - to continue in my stead while I work on another project for a few days.

On top of all of that, our eldest daughter was supposed to be landing in Osaka, Japan tomorrow morning - but that's gone out of the window after the Boeing 787 she was supposed to be boarding in Paris refused to cooperate. She's stuck in a hotel overnight, and will return to the airport first thing tomorrow morning to hopefully fly from Paris to Amsterdam, and then from Amsterdam to Osaka.

We felt SO sorry for her this evening. It's her first holiday without us - a dream trip to Japan - a bucket list destination - and Air France have not only taken a day of that holiday from her, but also put her stress through the roof (she has suffered with anxiety for years).

We're also waiting on a quote for the roof and gutters to get cleaned, re-lined, and repaired. And to confirm a quote to rip out the downstairs bathroom, which saw better days twenty years ago.

There's always something - or if this week is a guide - there's always twenty things.