Remember me? I'm that person who sometimes writes my blog every day. Sometimes every week. Sometimes not for ages. Sorry about that.

The last few weeks has been a punishing regime. First I was stressing about going camping, to the point where I couldn't sleep and was grinding my teeth. Then we went camping. The next day, I went to visit my parents for a few days. The day after that, I went to Oxford for the weekend. Then we had builders in demolishing our chimney. Then I had a session with the dog trainer. Then I went back to work for a week of hideous stressful office politics and other bollocks. Straight after that I went to Cub camp, which involved shopping for thirty, monstrous sleep-deprivation and buckets of rain. Then I got sick, then it was Mattgreen's birthday, then this week I baked five separate lots of cakes for various occasions and this weekend coming we have visitors.

I keep typing ideas for my blog into my phone and not having time to actually write a post. And when I do have time, I'm so exhausted that I lack the mental energy to summon actual words.

I know that I do this to myself and that I'm my own worst enemy. I am prone to saying, "Yes!" to everything and then killing myself trying to live up to unrealistic expectations. I know things are getting bad when I fantasize about having a car accident so I can spend a nice peaceful week or three in hospital without any pressure.

Not good.