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New Week Resolutions

Can you have these; resolutions at the beginning of the week? Guess I can, so here goes:

This week, I will start to eat more healthily (less chocolate - oh dear! It had better be a good week - no hassles; no sleepless nights; no impatient nearest and dearest; no clothing crises; no more anxious little people worried about who their best friend is today. If not, then chocolate will be required in generous, comfort-giving quantities, and I will (very probably) be unable to resist).

I will also take more exercise - four-legged-friend will be pleased. We need to rediscover the local footpaths, dig out the walking boots and try out the new collar-attached beeping and squirting device to prevent over-exuberant meetings with other walkers and their dogs.

I will be better organised. There is something particularly hateful about getting somewhere - usually school - and finding that something desperately needed - swimming bag, cello, water bottle - is at home, twenty-five minutes away, and even if you wanted to, you can't go back to get it because work beckons. So child is left either in tears, or grumpily thinking that they have a pretty useless mum. And mum feels really, monumentally  useless.

I will write more, or actually edit and submit again. Feeling strong enough for another rejection and an agent isn't going to miraculously appear (splitting infinitives, not a great idea, but think I might leave this one as it emphasizes the miraculously and a miracle would be nice) at our front door, having come to find me, so time for another go.

Why make resolutions? Well, mainly because I don't want to be a BUPA statistic: unhealthy, middle-aged Briton. Also, because my kids need a healthy, happier me and four-legged-friend is getting lazy.

And why write them down? Might just make me stick to them ... never have before, so it's worth a try.

As for procrastinating and staying up too late - nah!Can't change and don't want to change; after all, I'm good at those.

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