Tuesday 7 February 2012: Bye, bye little man...
711/365: ... and then off to work I went.
And that was also the last opportunity for any photography for the rest of the day at sub-7am this morning!
Felix had insisted on coming downstairs with me before I went to work for a cuddle... and because it was so early, ended up snuggled on the sofa and managed only to vaguely look in my direction and give me a kiss as I went! But he had to be there because he said he missed me. Bless. Oh and yesterday Maddy did me a little poem thing using her stamps and came up with the following:
'hello hello' - I haven't any time but I still love you
'you always make me smile' - yes you do
'you are on my mind' - yes you are
'love ya" - mummy
'it's delicious to laugh' - yes it is
'miss you' - when you're away
'thinking of you' - all the time
Which made me melt a little and feel the guilt of the working mother all at the same time! My children sure know how to work the emotional blackmail. Even so, I love Maddy's poems at the moment. When it snowed the other day she rushed off saying 'I must write a poem!'. It's so nice that she's unselfconscious about her writing. And drawing for that matter. I'm sure it won't last forever, but I am enjoying it while it's here!
What else today? I've got a cold - as have most of the people I work with. And today was long, the traffic was slow and the day was dark by the time I'd left. Y'know what? Tuesday is a bit of a rubbish day generally. It has none of the bad-boy-bring-on-the-vileness image of Monday. Doesn't have the 'getting over the hump-ness' of Wednesday. Isn't Friday Eve like Thursday. Or have that 'sliding gladly towards the weekend' feel like Friday. And it definitely isn't the yay-fest of the weekend either. It's Tuesday. A day that wears sensible shoes, a grim look on its face and frowns if you even think about the weekend.
PS I am now going to read for about two minutes
PPS ... and then declare Tuesday over. See you in another week, Tuesday. The only time you're ever fun is when you're Shrove Tuesday. You need pancakes to make you good. That's how crappy you are.
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