It's late and I have just returned from A&E with my eldest two. The second born hurt his wrist at rugby practice this evening and was hoping for a broken bone, to be honest by 10:28 pm I was hoping for one, for his sake too.
It was however just a sprain.
I realise that sounds totally wrong to wish a broken bone on ones child, but as his mum, I could see he really was ok and that to come out with a plaster cast is way cooler than a manky old pressure bandage (doc felt he needed to give something after all our wasted effort in the waiting room).
Though as a mum my 4-kids-no-broken-bones-record remains safe. Bring it on Guinness? (Though I am also aware this could be due to the fact that my kids watch too much tele, where broken bones don't seem to be such a health hazard...)
I've finally had a couple of days rest from working. The juggling had become too much. So today thanks to my irritated urinary tract, I took a sickie and claimed my p.js until A&E called early evening. Some people get a cold sore when they are run down, or a migraine, me, I pee too much and lately I'm bordering on overdose of cranberry tablets or biting the bullet and taking anti biotics. Meh.
So too much info I know.
Dare I say these school holidays have whizzed by too fast?
I even found myself the other day saying no to my sister who offered to have the girls for me on my day off, because I feel I haven't spent enough time with them this break! Crazy iiiiiiiiiiiii know!
But this is my new life as a working mum.
Priorities shift and realign.
Taking time to just be, becomes so much more needed.
We haven't done anything very exciting during the break when we have been together, content just to hang out in our p.js all day if we feel like it.
The luxury now of having a whole day to plan when I make a meal is an actual thing!
To state the cliché, it really is the little things huh...
My new job is challenging, in a good way (and sometimes in a hard core being abused by someone way..) but I can't write much about it on here or even talk to others about it outside of my work.
I've had many moments lately where I have sung Radiohead's Creep (minis the f bombs, bah who am I kidding?) in my head "What the hell am I doing here!?" in more instances than just my new job.
Someone even noticed and said to me that I have been placed in so many areas outside of my comfort zone these last few months, and it is so so SO true. Each little leap into the unknown, must be good for something even if it doesn't necessarily feel like it at the time.
I brought some running shoes last week. I finally wore them yesterday, to the supermarket. While driving my car...and they hurt my ankles.
I'm currently trying to think up a post title for this plethora of useless information and I'm drawing blanks. No I lie, the only thing that came to mind was me and my pee hole. Which even I know is just so not cool.
So at this I will sign off and go to my much needed bed.
Until next time.
Oh and I finally had my first type of blog-recognise-y kind of situation.
Someone I work with was reading a magazine when I piped up that I was featured in an article last year (I don't make a habit of telling people this btw, I was merely offering more of my useless information, but verbally) and what I did not expect was for her to not only remember the article but also figure out that I was "Widge" ....."I know who you are! You're famous!!" she exclaimed.
Baha.
Toot.
It was however just a sprain.
I realise that sounds totally wrong to wish a broken bone on ones child, but as his mum, I could see he really was ok and that to come out with a plaster cast is way cooler than a manky old pressure bandage (doc felt he needed to give something after all our wasted effort in the waiting room).
Though as a mum my 4-kids-no-broken-bones-record remains safe. Bring it on Guinness? (Though I am also aware this could be due to the fact that my kids watch too much tele, where broken bones don't seem to be such a health hazard...)
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I've finally had a couple of days rest from working. The juggling had become too much. So today thanks to my irritated urinary tract, I took a sickie and claimed my p.js until A&E called early evening. Some people get a cold sore when they are run down, or a migraine, me, I pee too much and lately I'm bordering on overdose of cranberry tablets or biting the bullet and taking anti biotics. Meh.
So too much info I know.
Dare I say these school holidays have whizzed by too fast?
I even found myself the other day saying no to my sister who offered to have the girls for me on my day off, because I feel I haven't spent enough time with them this break! Crazy iiiiiiiiiiiii know!
But this is my new life as a working mum.
Priorities shift and realign.
Taking time to just be, becomes so much more needed.
We haven't done anything very exciting during the break when we have been together, content just to hang out in our p.js all day if we feel like it.
The luxury now of having a whole day to plan when I make a meal is an actual thing!
To state the cliché, it really is the little things huh...
My new job is challenging, in a good way (and sometimes in a hard core being abused by someone way..) but I can't write much about it on here or even talk to others about it outside of my work.
I've had many moments lately where I have sung Radiohead's Creep (minis the f bombs, bah who am I kidding?) in my head "What the hell am I doing here!?" in more instances than just my new job.
Someone even noticed and said to me that I have been placed in so many areas outside of my comfort zone these last few months, and it is so so SO true. Each little leap into the unknown, must be good for something even if it doesn't necessarily feel like it at the time.
I brought some running shoes last week. I finally wore them yesterday, to the supermarket. While driving my car...and they hurt my ankles.
I'm currently trying to think up a post title for this plethora of useless information and I'm drawing blanks. No I lie, the only thing that came to mind was me and my pee hole. Which even I know is just so not cool.
So at this I will sign off and go to my much needed bed.
Until next time.
Oh and I finally had my first type of blog-recognise-y kind of situation.
Someone I work with was reading a magazine when I piped up that I was featured in an article last year (I don't make a habit of telling people this btw, I was merely offering more of my useless information, but verbally) and what I did not expect was for her to not only remember the article but also figure out that I was "Widge" ....."I know who you are! You're famous!!" she exclaimed.
Baha.
Toot.