This working malarky has its challenges. At least, the most challenging aspect is not work at all, but family. I love my job. I love my family, just that little bit more. This week has been the start of a test for me, for us all, in fact. William has made the transition into outside childcare, that is, childcare outside the home. Our lovely childminder has eased that transition and eased my conscience. He is also attending the local C of E primary school nursery group. However, Raj is away this week, back at work in Sheffield, so William and I are coping with not just getting me up and out of the house by 7 am every day, but William also.
William's propensity for late nights had been worrying me prior to this. Rightly so, it seemed. Yesterday we got the week off to a good start, but this morning saw the first cracks appearing. Tiredness catching up with him, and him waking early than I had planned (hoped). I collected him this evening at 6.45 pm, and all was well until arriving home. I suggested that we could listen to the Fleet Foxes in the house instead of the car because it was 1.5 degrees outside and I needed to light the fire. This was all too much.
8.15 pm and finally asleep... How will tomorrow at 6.45 am turn out?
I am enjoying the early mornings myself, although 5.45 am in these weeks where Raj is away is a bit earlier than I would like. Our very existence just seems to be functioning at the most basic level, sleep, eat, get to work, get home, get to bed...... Fortunately, after much soul searching, this untenable situation will not continue past July as I will look for a cozy little job working as little as possible. Any further training for me will have to wait.
