Are we there yet?
Hmmm ... last day working 8.30am to 5pm. God, I can't wait for the day to be over. Yes, yes, I know, I just had a weekend and I've got a whole four weekdays off before the weekend, yardy, yardy, yah ... but it's only 8.11am ...
I've been "at work" (unofficially) for an hour so far and I'm feeling unusually apathetic and tired. I normally love my job and find being here relaxing and happy making ... especially compared to trying to be a half-way decent parent looking after a small, very active, child who while generally lovely is currently trying out all her boundaries to see at what point my patience/tolerance will snap and how far she can push it before that happens.
May I say that that's the last time I watch a "let's jump into the mind of a twisted individual" programme before going to bed as I had incredibly bizarre dreams last night that actually caused me to freak out and wake up at about 1am and close the window (shutting the poor cat out) just to make sure that someone didn't make it into the room and do something horrific to anyone in the house ... maybe it was the milk and cookies ... isn't milk before bed supposed to give you weird dreams?
Oh well, at least I'm getting somewhere with my creative projects.
Oooh look another 7 minutes closer to home time. What else can I do to keep myself amused till then ... hmmm wait ... that's what the work thing's for right?
I've been "at work" (unofficially) for an hour so far and I'm feeling unusually apathetic and tired. I normally love my job and find being here relaxing and happy making ... especially compared to trying to be a half-way decent parent looking after a small, very active, child who while generally lovely is currently trying out all her boundaries to see at what point my patience/tolerance will snap and how far she can push it before that happens.
May I say that that's the last time I watch a "let's jump into the mind of a twisted individual" programme before going to bed as I had incredibly bizarre dreams last night that actually caused me to freak out and wake up at about 1am and close the window (shutting the poor cat out) just to make sure that someone didn't make it into the room and do something horrific to anyone in the house ... maybe it was the milk and cookies ... isn't milk before bed supposed to give you weird dreams?
Oh well, at least I'm getting somewhere with my creative projects.
Oooh look another 7 minutes closer to home time. What else can I do to keep myself amused till then ... hmmm wait ... that's what the work thing's for right?