Life as a family of six has been …. ahem…. interesting to say the least. Never in a million years did I forsee myself having four children, but yet here I am as a father of four cheeky boys. So far this year I have been pretty slack at blogging compared to last year. I’ve had the topic ideas in my head but when its come to actually writing it out, I feel worn out and tired, and the words and sentences just haven’t formed. At the start of the year I planned on catching up with the organisation of the family photos, read the pile of books I had on my bedside table, and lose some weight to ensure that I’d be healthy enough to keep up with the boys and be there for them and their families throughout their lives. So far all three have been epic fails. I feel like an epic failure on so many level. On the photos front I have fell behind so far that it’s almost unreachable. The problem being that in previous years I have been taking 3000 photos a year, and so far this year I have taken 5000 photos and the year hasn’t even finished. I find that in a single outing that I can take 200 photos easily. Lets not talk about the books and how many now sit on my bedside table, but they’ve multiplied and am now looking forward to finishing the pile by the end of next year or maybe the next 
And with the weight issue I have gained 5kgs since last year. It’s all just so damn depressing at the moment.
I feel that each goal that I make is just going to end up in failure. Just recently I pulled up the rotting decking out in the backyard, only to be confronted with a totally massive task. The decking had to be pulled up as it was getting too dangerous, and the plan is to pave the area to make the backyard that little bit bigger for the kids to play in.
