I’d like to say I’m refreshed, sun-kissed and relaxed but that would be a lie. Yes we had a good time but we are absolutely shattered and in need of another holiday to recover.
We arrived home on Sunday. I unpacked and washed five loads of laundry, then hung them about the house in a crazy formation. The children, tired from a week of late nights and non stop action laid still, snuggled up together, on the big beanbag and watched films all day long and I didn’t feel guilty.
The Husband collected the dog who came home with fleas. We quarantined her in the conservatory until we came up with a battle plan which involved me racing to Pets at Home, before it shut, and getting something to kill the little blighters. Since our discovery I haven’t been able to stop scratching and the dog is looking forlorn and a bit itchy.
I handed my notice in at work on Monday. It was nerve wracking but am glad it’s done now. I went on holiday knowing that when I came back I would be handing my notice in. This caused anxiety dreams all week about Egyptian Extremists. No, I don’t know why. My boss was very good about my news, “Onwards and upwards” he said and I couldn’t agree more. I’ll be starting a new job in 4 week’s time which I can do mainly at home. It’s an online monitoring position and involves lots of social media. I’ll have loads more time with the kids in the holidays and lots of child free time during term time where I can finally concentrate on all my writing projects.
Apart from that I need to;
Get on and write up a zillion blog posts.
Stock up on gin-in-a-tin and moustaches for Cybermummy.
Continue reading. I lost the reading bug a few months ago but it’s back. I’ve just finished When God Was A Rabbit by Sarah Winman which was a great book, full of nostalgia, all warm and fuzzy with ragged edges and I didn’t want to put it down. Am now reading The Personal History of Rachel DuPree by Ann Weisgarber … only part way through but I can’t put it down. The 6 year old and I are reading one Dog And His Boy by Eva Ibbotson another great book for kids which has got us both snuggling up at night for “just one more chapter?”.
Continue willing the 5 year old’s hospital letter to arrive with new of the date for his grommet operation.
Stop the involuntary twitch every time I think about fleas.