Work this week has been particually solid, with end to end issues needing far more brain power than my sleepdeprivedgoneonstrike grey matter can muster. I have taken a snow plough approach and have emerged only slightly bruised the other side with many issues successfully pushed to the curb for another days dealings.
Today, we had a training course to help develop our leadership skills. Its all very well practising 'difficult conversations' in the work place but noone seems to think it's necessary to help with those thrown at you by those you attempt to manage at home. This week's classics included 'Mummy, Mol is eating your tampons, what's a tampon?' and 'Mummy, why has Ben's mummy got such a funny head?'. Mercifully, these learning opportunities have so far been kept at home and the snow plough has again been adopted (whilst prising tampon wrappers from my daughter's teeth). I am often reminded of the time I loudly asked my mother 'Mummy, what is intercourse' in a rather quiet section after a retelling of the christmas story. My mother is now church warden but I'm pretty it's not due to a feeling of still having to pay pennance for an irreverant child..?
I am still adjusting to the fact work dosen't start when you unlock your office or finish when you leave the carpark. I am encouraged that free time will return soon...say in 18years or so.
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