7 year old : I have so much ‘stuff’ in my head sometimes that it hurts.
The Husband : That’s because you’re like me, always over thinking. Your brother, on the other hand, is just like Mummy …
7 year old: What? Gormless?
The Husband : No, he wanders round in his own little world.
Actually, I think he’s wrong, I do wander round in my own little world but I also understand how she feels when her head is brimming. Recently my head has been full of things that I need to do and remember, it feels like every time I stop to think about just one thing that I can’t. It’s like a tornado in there. And the faster the tornado goes the less likely I am to remember anything at all. I need somewhere to store it all so I can think clearly, like an external hard drive.
When the 7 year old says she has so much stuff in her head that it hurts I get it. It makes me panicky and I wonder if I might spontaneously combust so I can’t imagine what it does to her little head.
I need an expert list writer to come and sit with me so I can offload. Like Barbara Cartland, complete with full garish multi-coloured make-up, I could sit on a chaise longue and witter away whilst some poor browbeaten woman types everything up for me. Hey presto a book, except the end result of my witterings would be dinner money being paid on time, school trip slips going back, review posts being written, the school bus being booked on the right days, emails being responded to, shopping lists being compiled, important social events making it into the diary, important appointments being kept, critical phone calls being made, library books, oh sheesh don’t mention the library books … it goes on and on and on.
So, people, I need tips … tips on how to de-clutter my mind … and if I’ve promised to do something for you, don’t worry, it’s coming … just as soon as the tornado slows to a gentle breeze.