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The truth is, I haven't been able to do much of what's been on my list lately. I feel like I've been put in charge of shooting a roomful of elephants (which would suck, I love elephants) and every day a new elephant walks in through the door and all I manage to do is shoot that one. I read someone say the other day that their diary is like the Titanic, and to take anything new on would mean something else drowning. Yeah, I feel like that. We put so much pressure on ourselves as women I think. At the moment I'm trying to juggle three assignments for my Certificate in First Line Management, cover two people's jobs at work, keep a three-bedroom house tidy and clean, see friends and family, think about Christmas shopping, renovate/decorate our whole house, look after a puppy and also fit in things that are important to me, or I should be doing more of, like blogging, helping out with My Street Chic (which I love doing), exercising, baking, being creative. I certainly can't remember the last time I turned the TV on, or read a book. What I really need is a weekend where I put the onesie on and curl up on the sofa with a blanket, a pile of books and my Where the Wild Things Are DVD. Sadly these luxuries are at the bottom of my to do list at the moment.