Friday, 29 November 2013

You want a piece of me?!


It's nice to be needed, but these days it's getting a bit out of control. Before I've even opened my eyes it's go-time, and often it's still going long after I've put myself to bed. Seems like everyone and everything wants a piece of me, and sometimes there's just not enough to go around.

This is what I'm talking about...

MEOW
The cat wants his biscuits. It's 5am, go away. And again at 6am. Ok, I give in. Lunch? No, you don't eat lunch. Dinner at 4pm? Ok, I give in. Second dinner at 8pm? Dreaming. Let me in, let me out - all, day, long. Let me sit on your lap. Meow.

WAAAA AHHH!
It's 6am, Mr 1 wants his milk and out of his cot - stat.  He wants that toy. He wants the cat. His wants his drink. He wants my hand cream. He wants out of the bath. He wants to flick the light switch. He wants. He wants. He wants...a cuddle.

TARNI SULBRANA! WATER! iPAD! TELLY! SANDWICHES! HOLD MY HAND!
Mr 3 DEMANDS his Sultana Bran and everything else under the sun. Now. And I'm the only one that can give it or get it (unless my husband is accidentally in the firing line). 

BRRRING BRRRING!
Charities want my support. My family wants a chat. The insurance and telco companies want my business - I'm already with them!

PING!
Clients want some work done immediately or to lock in a bunch of meetings. Friends want to know about dinner plans. A beauty salon wants me to fill out a survey. Someone wants me to like their Facebook page (who would do that?).
 
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
The microwave wants me to get the milk and food out faster. The washing machine and dishwasher won't shut up about the great clean job they've just done. The car wants me to buckle up the non-existent passenger in the front seat, who is in fact my ginormous heavy handbag. The fridge wants me to shut the darn door.  

KNOCK KNOCK
The door knockers want me to buy something or donate. I don't care what you're peddling, even if it's for a good cause, because I'm 5 minutes away from a meltdown.

HELLLOOOO
My husband is looking for action.

The alternative to being needed, wanted, relied upon, cuddled and kissed is something I don't want to experience. But some days it would be nice to have a bit of a break. Just a little one.

Ever feel like you're being pulled in a million directions?
  

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