Focus

I am trying to maintain some semblance of structure, some regime to our days so that my children, house, the bills get some of my attention. A small attempt has been made to differentiate "working" from the rest of the day, so that everything can get a bit more focus.

It would be fair to say that this is not my natural state.  Routine has never been my strength, we are more fly by the seat of out pants while multi-tasking on a thousand different situations people, "crisis management" being our chief occupation.

And so yesterday, I left work in the office and focused my attention on the children, the house, the bills.  After about half an hour, Ellis looked at me and said "Why are you hanging around, Mummy? Why aren't you working?"

Focus is over-rated.