All Change

So, here I am once again, only now I'm not struggling with dirty nappys and dry Cheerio's caked on the highchair, now I am in an empty nest. Both children are at school. There is silence in the house. So, how is this new found freedom I have been dreaming of for the last three years? Scary is the only word I can use at the moment. I need to get my life back now. And don't I know it. If one more person asks me what I'm going to do with all this time I have on my hands I may turn violent, or simply reply, 'What on earth has it got to do with you?' I don't ask them how they spend their days at work. I don't say, 'Ooh and what are you going to do with all those lunch hours? Or trips to the water fountain? Or visits to the loo where you can lock the door!' But I am aware there are only so many hours I can clean the woodwork (yesterday's job), or refresh Twitter, or watch Holly and Philip on This Morning. Already I have taken on writing more features for magazines. I'd forgotten how stressful it all is! For an idea watch this 'You did not say the story was meant to be positive?' 'I was thinking it...' Here's to the next chapter in my life then. It doesn't feel quite as exciting as the last...