Friday 17 June 2011: He could almost...
476/365: ... look angelic.
Right now, he's doing something unspeakable with his boy bits. 'Winding them up'. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
Let's just say, it won't be going on my 'proud parental moments' list. :o)
This is going to have to be a quick blip, I think. I have a headache and am feeling a bit bleurgh. Just end-of-the-week-itis, no doubt. If I can make it to 8pm, that'd be good!
The thing that saved today was working from home. It makes such a difference not having to rush around like a mad thing to leave the house early. Or spend several hours trapped in a box on wheels. The little things like...
1. Having time to drink a cup of tea without abandoning it to rush out the door
2. Getting to see the kids awake in the morning
3. Not having to tiptoe around the house at 5am so's not to wake anyone
4. Contributing to the house by having time to make family lunches / breakfasts
5. Not having to leave the house with wet hair after a hurried shower
6. Taking the kids to school
7. Feeling like a normal human being.
I know lots of people commute. I know lots of parents work. I know there are lots of working mothers. But good grief... how *do* they manage it? Everything is such a rush and a scramble when you chuck a hefty commute into the mix. How do other working people look so organised and calm when I look like a total scruffbag most of the time?!?!?!
I'm not even going to think about how next week will be survived. It sure is a heavy old one. I have a load of marking due in... plus I'm out an' about and all over next week. And when I'm not travelling to meetings... I'm in meetings. *hyperventilates*
I wonder if Tesco sell bags of energy these days? I could do with some more...
PS Bed here I come!
* where 'Whoosh' = me slouching off the sofa and dragging myself upstairs