Sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape

I want to start this post with a bit of an apology (and probably a bit of an outpouring of angst – soz) as I’m aware I’ve been a bit AWOL this last couple of weeks.  I find it frustrating that I haven’t had as much time to blog, and even more frustrating that I haven’t had as much time to read other people’s blogs and leave them comments and tweets and so on.  One of the things I love about blogging is the sense of community and all the friends I’ve made and I hate missing out on that and feeling like a bad blogger.

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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.

I’m sorry this has been a bit a whinge, I guess I’m just feeling a bit stressed at the moment.  What do you all think? Do you have any tips for managing endless to-do-lists? Do you think we put too much pressure on ourselves to be superwomen?