Another day, another dollar…

I have just returned home from work after enduring, what seems to be, the hardest day of my career. i feel like the life has been drained from me and as a result am typing this post with one finger, very very slowly! K has done all the housework so I can, in his words, ‘chill out’. I like his way of thinking and that is exactly what i am going to do. E has just polished off 2 rice cakes and is now chasing a ball around the living room which is exhausting just to watch.

Day off tomorrow and as I am so drained I will be having dinner by order via telephone and delivered to my door (I think this comes under the ‘chill out’ instruction!), followed once again by a large glass of wine and an early night in an aim to wake up nice and refreshed to spend the whole day gaffooning about with the little man.

I got the job which is good news, so just waiting for the references, criminal records check and medical clearance and I’ll be on my way. It’ll be nice to have the disposable income back again! As a result of leaving my current post I have been excluded form choosing the new colour scheme for the new ward. I did tell them that this was a huge disappointment to me, but i felt that they didn’t appreciate my sarcasm.

So as the evening draws closer, I’m going to baton down the hatches, snuggle up with my boy and be just plain lazy.

Just 10 more minutes…

Well, E woke up very loudly, at stupid O’clock this morning. I cannot fathom the need that babies have to wake up loudly. Personally I’m a slow starter - opening one eye at a time, assessing the world as i go. It wouldn’t had been so hard if I hadn’t have woken for no reason at 4.30am, although I must confess that if I am awake at this time of day, especially at this time of year, I love to lie and listen to the birds singing as day breaks. No cars. No buses or children going to school (the laughter of children is equally beautiful…but not at that time of the morning!). I did fall asleep again, waking briefly as my husband said goodbye and kissed me on the forehead as he does every morning that he works. He doesn’t always realise that I’m awake when he does this, I don’t tell him, it’s a moment I like to keep all to myself.

I finally caved in at 6.30am and peeled myself out of bed to go and warm a bottle, which kept him pacified for almost 10 minutes. By 7am i was shovelling ready brek and banana into a hungry monster who was itching to get stuck into the day.

He has learnt to climb over the last week, and is a real pro at it now. I keep finding him climbing on the sofa or footstool, but he doesn’t know when to stop and we frequently find him wedged in between furniture or upside down in a corner somewhere. He never ceases to amaze us, and i start each day wondering what he’ll do next. He’s having a bit of ‘nanny time’ today while my husband and myself are at work, so he should be worn out from all of the playing and activities that nanny does with him. It makes me feel guilty really - it should be me doing all this with him but there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in my day with baby, husband, house and work. Maybe one day I’ll have enough money to give up work so i can employ someone for the housework and chores, and I too can play away the day, watching endless episodes of Thomas the tank engine with my beautiful boy - who knows what the future holds!

It’s now time to get moving. Work later so time to psyche myself up for the contant bellowing of ‘nurse, nurse’ down the ward and trying to tear myself into a million pieces to get every job done by 9.30 tonight - seems like an impossible task but i will do it, as i always do!

Welcome to the world of ‘blog’!

While i was sat here reading my friends blog, i wonder if it is the sort of thing i would like to do. Do the rest of the world really want to hear about my life, which at times I can find quite….’samey’. So i thought if i have to go through it every day then so should every one else! When it came to the crunch of actually writing about it i realised that it isn’t that repetitive at all. I realised that although the content of my day can be repeated, the experience of it is always different.

For instance today was just a normal day, but there were a few variables. i had a job interview (which i am hoping went well), and when i thought that this was as exciting as today was going to get, my son took his first steps across the living room floor - priceless. So have reflected on all of this and have decided to share all with whoever will listen! it will help me appreciate the little things in life and everyday i will be reminded of how lucky i am to be me.

I will close for today and go and clean up the coffee that E so lovingly tipped all over the laminate, have a glass of vino and put the toys away, being reminded as I pick each one up, how precious today has been - it’s the little things that count, another day…another milestone…and another job (hopefully)!

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