29 November 2012
Well nearly three weeks since I returned to work and things are still ok... apart from my normal reliable alarm service consisting of an energetic 8 year old and very almost 1 year old appears to have been reset. No longer do they wake up before me, they have decided its perfectly acceptable to sleep in until 8 during the week and get up at 6.30 at the weekends. This won't do, as everyone was very almost late for everything today. However, I popped on my Mary Poppins hat, went bibbity bobbity boo and all was well. Needless to say though I have been catching up ever since and was told I looked very tired today at work. Mmmmm nope, that's just what I look like without a bit of slap. But I hammed it up anyway and enjoyed the offer of countless cups of caffeine. I take my hat off to single mums, I really do, especially those who work. I've always considered myself a part time single mum, but with no family nearby I rely on an incredible friends and neighbours to be my eldests' taxi service while the other half is away. So if there's any out there - I salute you.
No exciting visitors this week, unless you can count the new delivery man for UPS, he is a marked improvement on the greasy man boy from before, who looked as if he left a trail everywhere he went. This one can definitely deliver... anytime. And this week he did, a van full of shiny new iPads, how forward thinking are we. One of the first schools in our area, but hey some parents still aren't pleased! They are the ones who moan about anything and everything. So those of you with kiddies, spare a thought for the humans that work tirelessly to educate your children, we have feelings too.
, I know I was ranting about funding this week, that's government funding, but I worked hard in securing a grant for these. But that's my job, and I am pleased to say I am now being rewarded for all the extra responsibility and work I do- a nice pay rise and promotion this week. Eventually being paid for what I actually do. So I am a happy bunny, despite not being able to read all your lovely work as much or write, as time is becoming more and more precious, and I'm playing catch up with the threat of the dreaded OFSTED any day now.
I'm not sure which is worse, the inspectors breathing down our necks or trying to get my baby daughter to drink milk from cups. I know, i know, don't judge, she still has her milk in a bottle. As she's my last I've been clinging to her babydom. I don't want her to grow up and meet smelly boys. She's a determined little monkey but she won't win. Mmmm I wonder where she gets that from.
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