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Deadlines can be both a boon and a bane.

If you have to produce a piece of written work at a specific time, a deadline can concentrate the mind wonderfully.  I've always found it so.

If, on the other hand, you are working, as I have often been, under pressure to produce something at a specific time and you keep on getting silly requests and phone calls, the deadline can turn into a monster with ten heads.  The work produced could be a clean floor, a meal or just a letter.  It doesn't matter what it is.  But pressure produces stress and stress is poison for the system.

This week has been crazy.  I thought I'd get lots of time to find myself and read and write when the kids returned to school after the school holidays.  But it just didn't happen.  The first reason was the rooms I use and look after in the house where we live were in a bad state.  There was a lot of dust and cobwebs and cleaning to be done.  Secondly, there is a backlog of sorting out to be done.  The kids have grown and I have to blitz though their stuff and get rid of the clothes they've outgrown.  That's a big job.  It might sound like nothing, but there are four of them after all.  Sorting work that was put on a back burner in the hectic run up to our vacation in Ireland now has to ;be faced.  Then, as if that wasn't quite enough the home help who usually comes to help with the work on the floor of the house other than the one I take care of, has done a disappearing act owing to the illness of her husband, increasing my workload.  Then of course there's the daily round of meals and washing clothes....groan...you get the picture.

But I did my best to meet my deadline of completing my LBC post this week.

This is the weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium. We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on the same topic. We are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, Rummuser, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul,Rohit , The Old Fossil and Will. If you have time, please visit my friends too. I'm not at all sure who suggested this topic, but I do congratulate them as I enjoyed writing this, my first blog post in a while..










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  1. Nice to have you back on LBC blogs and you are bang on time too! Congratulations.

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  2. You have a lot on your plate, Maria. Still, you made the dreaded deadline.

    Hopefully, you find time to rest amidst the heavy overload.

    Blessings - Maxi (new member)

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  3. I missed the deadline in finding your return post for LBC. Welcome back to the keyboard. Once again, it was great to meet you in the flesh during your holiday in Ireland.

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