The post about the backpacks gave me a good excuse to log in and just immerse myself a bit more into all this serene dressing stuff. You know the feeling: write a few lines, feel like I have life under control and all the me-time I crave for.

These days it feels too much of everything all over again all too soon - the daily chores, the house building management with Chinese-whispers style of communicating with the building company (can I get any more precise instructions of what I want than to draw it all and mark in several colors - only to get the wrongly drawn plans back, aaargh!), preparations to go back to the job market, filling tax returns, transition to Autumn (which I am so not happy with, I don't like seeing grey skies when I wake up), packing summer stuff away and - my son starting school. I am stuck trying to define which one of my roles is my primary one: am I a mother, a wife, a housewife, a project manager, a job hunter, a language student. I am spread too thinly and feel frustrated I'm not the super-woman, and no it's not because it's the wrong time of the month - although it does not help. This too shall pass, I know, and it's all good worries, thankfully, but it does not mean I don't feel emotionally drained. I eat well, I run, I try to sleep enough, I do take care of myself, but somehow 24 hours in a day just aren't enough. There are times when I somehow can't decide which is the highest priority at any given moment to give myself to it, everything seems to scream for my resources, which then gets me nowhere.

I had to chime in and say why I'm absent recently despite my wishes to get back to blog- and forum-normal after the Summer vacation. And, I had to moan, as simple as that. Thank you for just giving me a feeling I know someone out there will relate to some extent. Sometimes it's all I need to recharge, understanding.