Monday blues

Monday morning and yet again I promised myself I'd get up early enough to get The Baby to nursery and me to work on time.

I did get up when the alarm went off. But I just felt so vomity sick with the earliness and the stress that I ended up lying in the bath for 3/4 hr trying to pull myself together.

So, late again then.
Bollocks.

Followed by forgetting to go to the cafe early enough to get porridge. Followed by boring but stressy urgent work. Followed by me doing self-sabotage timewasting by deciding to look up the history of vaseline glass and watch-listing vases on eBay. Followed by more boring stressy work (deadline tomorrow). Followed by M saying he couldn't pick The Baby up on time. Followed by me leaving early and promising myself I'd work at home. Followed by an evening of baby-corralling (did I spell that right? Doesn't look like it) and cooking dinner. Followed by me saying bollocks to the work I'm knackered and going to bed.

This can't go on!



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Sunday-jà vu

Things still feel a bit weird with M gone. So much so that I was convinced it was Sunday for most of the day. So, periodically remembering that I'm not at work tomorrow has been good.

Didn't do a huge amount today though. Just looking after and playing with The Munchkin and getting Mum to help me take him to the indoor play area for the half hour before it shut cos he was going a bit stir crazy after a day in the house. That was good fun too. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it myself, especially the slides. Who says it's just for kids?

In other news, i have decided to take down the large "family pic" in the dining room. It seems a shame as Mum only just bought it for us at Christmas and I was going to leave it up for The Munchkin, but in the end I decided it was a touch too much of the Miss Haversham's to leave such a big obvious pic of M about the house so, to the loft with it!

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So then, on to yesterday's three good things:

1. It was sunny! (at least in the morning)
2. I went to the main canteen for lunch and Sue was so glad to see me she said "Sorry for the delay everyone!" and ran out and gave me a huge hug.
3. Small Thing is back, after his night away with his father. I missed him.

I shouldn't call him Small Thing really should I? Think of the complex I might give him when he grows up?

My first testing blog post

This might not work. And I'm so knackered my eyes hurt. But that's probably not related to whether or not this works. Obviously...


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