I’m still mum…
I have tried to write this post three times now. Trying to get across how I feel when you just want to relax with your friends but I’m still mum. I still have so much more to think and do than sit and talk shit. But Non of it is truely coming across.
That feeling of my mind constantly pacing, constantly asking questions and coming up with answers. How can I show you I’ve been there.
I know what it’s like.
To be finding dinner when dinners not quite ready, to be distracting when the wait is just too much. To find a resolution to something that’s just not negotiable, listening and teaching, getting cups of water.
I don’t quite hear what’s going on while I’m organising my thoughts, and the half conversations that follow. I don’t mean to sound uninterested but I don’t want to burn the potatoes.
I’m not much better once bedtime has past, there’s still so much more to do. And amongst all the chaos I’m listening out, for your search for me, it’s bound to happen just as my seat starts to warm and a fresh drink poured.
I’ll pack up toys while we say our goodbyes, but just know one thing, I’ll lay in bed and wonder about all the things I didn’t get to hear, all the questions I wanted to ask and the stories I half heard.