Ok so I lied....

So last time I promised that I would get back to regular programming. But I lied. I'm not going to. And here's why. In 2 weeks a 1 day we are the proud owners of our first home. When I say owners, I say "owners". We all know of course that we'll own precisely jack shit of it and the bank owns it holey and soley. If we are lucky, and if we work hard, and if we eat porridge for breakfast, lunch and tea for the next 12 months, by this time next year, we might own the kitchen cupboards, or maybe the taps in the bathroom, possibly even, dare I say it, the walk in robe...?
But I digress.
As of right this second, we are yet to back a box. In fact we are so far from packing boxes, we don't even have all that many boxes to pack with... When we moved from the caravan into the unit at the beginning of 2006, we got my puny little puddle of stuff out of storage. And we (I say we, I really mean I) had enough foresight to save the boxes as we unpacked them. All 4 of them... So they've been sitting out in the elements for the last 18 months, and I'm sure when we come to use them, not only will they not have disintergrated, but they would have gained magical properties that will enable us to pour the entire contents of our unit into just the four of them. And now I'm alarmed....because it's only while typing this that I'm coming to grips with just how under prepared we are for this. We were going to pack this weekend. It's what we've been telling ourselves for the last 4 weeks to get out of having to actually do anything. But seriously, where do we expect to put everything?
My next problem is this. It's only 2 weeks right. If we start packing on the weekend, the stuff will only stay in the box for 2 weeks, maybe 3 if it's totally useless shit that we should've chucked rather than bothering with the whole packing part. BUT! What if I pack something that I find I want during that 2 weeks....then what?
And finally we have reached the heart and soul of the problem. My clay. I can't pack my clay. You see, if I packed the clay away, we would have a rather large area where we could store the yet-to-be-packed boxes. It's also one of the most time consuming therefore probably the most important parts of the house to be packed. Also, if it was packed, I'd stop sitting down at it and would then have no choice to do anything BUT pack. Or read, or google anything and everything, or stare at the budgie, or watch bad TV, or any number of other time wasting activities.
What I want is to sit at my clay. I have a truckload of stuff I want to try, finish, start, remember, but we have a house to pack. How can I sit and clay when I have a house to pack? Not guilt free, that's for sure. So I don't clay. But I don't want to pack cause I want to clay, so I don't pack.
So in short I'm sulking.

Oh my goodness! It's June....I completely missed May.... Life has been rather crazy. On my to do list is:
-pack to move into new house
-report cards
-internal monitoring
-Year 2 net validation
-Year 2 net moderation
-plan this wedding we're meant to be having
-see if I can cross paths with fiance from said wedding cause I'm starting to forget what he looks like
and last but not least
-wait for the need to do these things to kick in...

So we move in three weeks, and are yet to pack a single box. In fact we have only got as far as deciding that when we do pack we are going to start with the books. Cause that makes the most sense. You need to start with things you're not going to miss for a little while right. And therein lies the problem. What if I do miss a book for the 3 weeks they're in the box? Because my to do list is so short it is likely that I will have time to read copious amounts of books between now and then...

Then there are the reports and testing which I'm studiously ignoring. I have paper surrounding me that I'm meant to be using to type reports. In fact I even have a child's report open on another screen, waiting to be told glorious things about his first 6 months with me. Sadly for this child in particular I have few glorious things to say about him...

Now allegedly I'm meant to be marrying my better half in - oh god I just counted! - 7 months! Why oh why then are people freaking harrassing us for details? We have told them it's New Year's Eve, we've told them it will be here in the not so sunny at that time of year Cairns, so what more do they need to know! We've even told them the venue, which was an ordeal in itself trying to find. So we have a date and a place and that is all I really have the energy for right now. It comes last in the timeline that is my to do list so last it shall be addressed.

Now I don't want to let my ADD or ADHD, whichever letters it's meant to be these days, shine through here, and don't want to display just how erratic and completely useless at staying on task I am. So. I apologise for hijacking my clay blog and temporarily turning into my whinge blog. I shall endevour to return, before the month is out, with clay based reading material for you...