Just to buck a trend, this week I am feeling very very very tired. This is because I went out last week and, although it was fun [but work-related so not that fun], I paid for it on my return. Bonkers daughter woke up in the night and I got in with her, then toddler daughter came in so I got into bed with her, then fearing I had overslept I crawled back to the double bed to check on the clock. "Luckily" it was only 5.30. However, after about a quarter of an hour toddler daughter followed me and became very animated, wanting to show me every bit of artwork she had done at nursery. She had left her old nursery the day before and they gave her a box full of artwork. By 6.30, Rebel daughter had come in to tell me about her day. I then had to get everyone ready for school and drive an hour and a half to work. Thank God for diet Coke.
Last night was a kind of repeat. Toddler daughter had fallen asleep early and woke up at 8.30pm in time for the football highlights. She went to bed with us at around 11. At around 2am bonkers daughter woke with dramatic effect. The shadows were blinking at her, she said, and promptly hurled herself at me. This is the same daughter who is not at all phased by the fact that she thinks there is a baby turtle living in her tummy button. I slept with her until toddler daughter inevitably woke me up.
Today I went to work, as almost every day, listening to the radio and being informed how I am never going to ever be able to work any less than I do already and probably will have to work more. I would read all those supplements about saving money, but I have no time and it seems to me it's just about not driving, not eating and not going out. Given that we mostly never go out [except for work things] and we live in the countryside with not very good public transport, that just leaves not eating. I would be happy to exist on cereal, but my partner is very partial about his food. He wanted me to point out this week that the reason he watches Masterchef so much is that he is a very good cook, and he really is (he added the last bit).
He is looking to work nearer home, but his interview technique is somewhat hampered by his Spanish temperament which questions the whole point of interviews and in particular the ‘what if’ work scenarios so favoured by interviewers – however, this week, despite his usual gloom about the questions, he got the job. I myself have taken to throwing caution to the wind in interviews. Particularly if some smug male asks questions like 'how do you balance your priorities?' I should get a degree, nay a PhD, in balancing priorities with the amount of on the job experience I get. This week I have been in to see Rebel daughter's teacher about her misery at school, bazooka-ing corns, tending to bonkers daughter's grazed knee which is developing worrying secondary infection spots, visiting the GP, making cards with toddler daughter to say goodbye to the old nursery and doing settling in times in the new one, making packed lunches for athletics days/days to farms, etc, getting the swimming gear ready every other day [the school has a swimming pool] and helping Rebel daughter with a shark project, all while cleaning the house, doing the washing and, oh yes, working almost full time. And here I am omitting the weekend activities of visits to far flung corners of Oxfordshire, making a camera for a drama exam with bonkers daughter etc etc. It’s not that I don’t like being a mum, but I so look forward to going to sleep, not just so I can actually rest, but so I can disappear for the five minutes before I hit unconsciousness into my own world away from the demands of everyone else.
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