Sometimes the busyness of life completely stuns me. Take for example the fact that Percy is nearing six months old. Where did six entire months go to? I remember so many of those days as a whole experience; feeding and cuddling and loving upon him whilst adjusting to being a mum of three and all that it entails. But my goodness it’s been busy. And the fact that it’s been so fleeting leaves me feeling a little sad, to tell you the truth.

Just this week we’ve noticed a distinct change; the air is warmer and the trees are beginning to blossom; spring is here. I’m officially back to work and getting used to the work-from-home palaver that is never predictable or particularly easy. I don’t strive for balance but I do accept the fact that it’s a constant juggle. I write this while Percy lays on his playmat, squawking at the teeth that are attempting to push through. But next week? He’ll be rolling off the playmat and well, then life reaches a new level of busy.

There are numerous lists in my head at the moment, so many tabs that are open and begging for my attention. Yesterday afternoon as we neared the witching hour I found myself stressing about this and that and all the things. And then Daniel piped up: “Write a list.” So I did and yes, it worked. It always does.

So I’m working from home with a school child, a pre-schooler and a soon-to-be-moving baby – just call me the listmaker. And while I know that this level of busy isn’t going to go away, I do know that there will be days, sometimes weeks, of reprieve. But today? We’ll it’s up to me to create those precious hours of rest, to put aside the emails and the phone and the never-ending chatter of social media and focus on the child beside me, the child at my feet and the baby in my arms. Because I don’t want to get to the end of 2015 and regret not spending enough time with them – just with them.

Spring means warmth which means bare feet which means summer. Before we know it there will be end-of-year performances, mangoes at the fruit shop and beach towels on the line.

Just a little reminder.