Today has been one of those days. I was so late for mother's group that they were all gone by the time I got there. Somehow the morning just got away from me, eventhough I had two loads of washing on the line by half past nine and resisted the urge to faff on the computer. I was struggling with the folding and the dishes and having a shower and feeding the child and preventing the child from hurting herself. It hasn't felt this out of control since those early days. Doesn't help that I have a big sore spot on my head from where I bumped into a door frame last night. I'd gotten into bed and then thought that I'd forgotten to turn the heater off and just had to get up and check. It was dark and I was tired and boy, oh boy did it hurt. Looks like there's going to be a big shiny bruise too. Oh well.
We also have a shelf above the little table in the kitchen which is quickly becoming a repository for all manner of items required to be at hand or removed from her clutches. I think that little pile might have to be next on my slow decluttering agenda.
The phone was found sitting on the concrete outside after being posted out the catdoor. It has now been moved to higher ground. I don't want to remove everything from Grace's orbit but I guess it's going to be a while before she learns not to pull everything apart. I'm trying to save "no" for a few key things, like not hurting the cat or sticking her fingers up my nose.