The nights are never long enough to prepare me to face the world again.
A quick whip around and then I rush off to make breakfast. Eating breakfast whilst catching up on emails before heading out into the world. Before I know it, time has slipped away again and it is a mad dash to get out of the door on time. On a good day we will get to school with time to spare, on a bad day the bell has already gone and daughter no 2 is one of the last to get into class.
Rush home and then the extra long commute to work. Ok, it is only 4 miles really and never any traffic problems until I get about 100 yards from the office. Sometimes that last 100 yards can take longer than the rest of the journey. One advantage of running late is that I miss the traffic – thank goodness for flexi time.
An average day will see me running the gauntlet of meeting after meeting around dealing with complaints and dealing with my lovely team. I love them all but they all bring individual challenges to my day. On a very good day I actually get to do some of my own work! How on earth I manage to meet my deadlines whilst juggling being a team leader, having so many meetings including those spontaneous “we must have this discussion now” type meetings that my boss loves so much I will never know.
If I’m lucky I will get a lunch break and on a very lucky day I will get to meet daughter no 1 and the grandchildren for lunch. An interesting challenge sometimes balancing the needs of a 6 year old and a 21 year old with two young children of her own. Sometimes there is a panicked cry of “I need help mum” and a mercy dash across town, especially in the evenings.
When it gets to 5pm I realise that I have half an hour left to do my work in, quite often the first time that day I actually manage to do something of my own. After what feels like 5 minutes I discover that the clock has been on fast forward and it is 5.30pm and I need to leave NOW! Cue somebody with something urgent to ask me. No, no, no – you have had all day and I need to go home! Ten minutes later and I can finally get out of the door.
The next challenge is to access the 6 year old who is in after school club. Should be easy you say. Yes, well. Ring the bell. Nothing. Get the phone and try and find a signal to ring the staff. No answer. Lose the signal so walk around again until I get a signal again. Try ringing again, and again. Eventually get through and somebody comes down to give me my child back again.
A nice random chat on the way home which usually results in my daughter confessing she can’t remember a thing she has done all day! On getting home daughter no 2 starts to demolish the entire contents of the fridge before she has to go to bed and I get on with cooking the dinner, or collapsing in a chair as hubby does the deed for the evening. Then shower and bedtime, my favourite time of the day when my daughter and I have a cuddle and read books together.
Dinner, relaxing in front of the TV and then bedtime.
Hopefully those messy elves won’t put in an appearance again tonight.