15 November 2012
So my first week of the dreaded return to work is almost over. I can't say Monday morning was easy, handing my beautiful, not so little now, diamond over; but I know she's in great hands that I trust implicitly and I'm very lucky in the job i do i still have plenty of quality time with both of them. But if i won the lottery, id pack in in in an instant. Still, all the tears were shed before I walked across the playground to work. I'm also amazed at the fact that it has all gone smoothly, especially as the other half is away , or perhaps that IS why it's gone smoothly, no running around after the third child! The big one has managed to get to school fully dressed, fully homeworked, and fully fed. So now I have three lunch boxes to make the night before, I know, I HAVE to be organised. All bags packed the night before, school bag- check, change bag- check, briefcase-check. As long as I don't get the contents mixed up and take nappies to work.
Although I have occasionally popped back in and have did the odd day when needed, all the kids know Erin, but it was still lovely to see all the children again, with a big " Good Morning Mrs C" in assembly. It's incredible how much a child can change in a year. In looks, personality and academically. I must admit I did more talking the first day, than working, oh how I missed the banter and my naughty colleagues. Sssshhhh don't tell anyone that teachers and school staff are naughty and a bit un PC at times. But I was also greeted with the super news that I have a presentation tomorrow to finance governors and oh ..... It's Children In Need so we've all to wear our pyjamas. So how can I look professional, talk about strategy and budgetary control wearing my pj's? Not to mention the fact that I don't own pj's... Apart from the comfy maternity things I bought a year ago! So what is a girl to do? Answers on a postcard please. So after catching up on here I will be being incredibly creative making something spotty - yet again- for my son to go to school (why cant they think of something more inventive?) and fashioning something that looks like night wear for myself while still retaining my modesty, dignity and professionalism. Oh the joy of charity days!
Paper clips, Nappies, Lunchboxes And Budgetary Controls • Opuss № I