The last few weeks have been rather strange.
Leaving the job I've been at for the last eight years was a poignant experience. I started there when my youngest was a baby and now he's in junior school - how the time has flown and how much things have changed since I first started.
My redundancy had been looming for so long that I was almost at the stage of just wishing it was over, but everyone gave me a good send off and so I ended up feeling rather sad.
And since then, have I had all the time in the world to get stuck into my wrting? The short answer is a resounding no.
We go on holiday next week, which I'm really looking forward to - we didn't go away in the summer so we all deserve a good break. We're off to Lanzarote so I'm hoping for some serious sunshine, swimming and some reading and writing.
But before all that I have to get rid of eight years of clutter. We have a family of four coming to stay while we are away, staying on until after we get back, and looking af the house, I was struggling to work out where we were all going to sleep.
We moved into this house eight years ago too - that was a busy year - and since then we have collected all sorts of clutter as the boys have grown and their bedrooms were a disgrace.
So I spent the whole of last week sifting through lego, plastic toys, marbles, jigsaw pieces and a wool mill full of stray socks under beds. The bedrooms now look sparkling and woe betide anyone if they mess them up again.
This week I started on the spare bedroom and tomorrow - wish me luck - its the turn of the kitchen.
I did think that once I finished work I would be able to concentrate on builing up a business and doing some serious writing, but it seems that the house has taken over.
And that's before I start packing.
I know its only been a week and a half but I don't think I could be a permanant housewife, and I'm hoping all this work now will free me up to do the things I want to do.
One thing is for sure, once I get settled back after my holiday, I'm going to get myself into a routine. Because I don't honestly see how writer's can write unless they are in a good routine. I know this writer can't.
So its going to be a case of learning to switch off housework head and velcro my bum to my desk chair!
Wish me luck.