Some weeks I have only one thing on, and it’s something that I can get done at any point I choose. Then others, like this week, I have multiple appointments for specific times, as well as a range of things to get done _some_ time during the week. And then the washing machine dies. And it’s really easy to pop out and do stuff, but Puggle means that _nothing_ is really ‘popping out’. Even just going to the library to return books is an expedition.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m loving being home and doing the whole ‘mum’ thing, but I can see how people wind up holing themselves up in the house and feeling cabin fever! I’m not (so far), but I think it’s mostly because of the people around me. Pad will happily look after Puggle so I _can_ just go and drop off the books. George rings me regularly. My sister stops by (almost) whenever she drives by. Both sets of grandparents are very local. It makes it comparatively easy for me. Because otherwise, I think, even given my introverted tendencies, I’d be feeling fairly isolated.

On the other hand, I am discovering a huge world out there, to do with babies. There are mother’s groups, cloth nappy gatherings, baby swimming, natural parenting/yoga workshops, not to mention the homeschooling groups. I lean towards completist tendencies (you only need to look at my bookshelves!) so it may take an effort to avoid overdoing it…

Anyway, enough for now. I need to go and feed Puggle and mark up more of “Anne of Green Gables” for copywork. It’s supposed to be finished by the end of August…

Which reminds me. I need to start thinking about books for boys. I don’t think I seriously thought Puggle would be a boy, and I don’t know that he’ll necessarily have the same connection with Anne and Laura and Nora and all _my_ childhood reading memories…