This week has been busy.
I’ve started a new contract which means I’m in an actual office instead of at home working as and when I want! For more than five years I’ve had the total freedom to pick and choose my own days (give or take a few bits obviously) and the responsibility of fitting my contracting and writing was mine. But the thing with working from home for that long, is it can be quite suffocating, so even though I am writing Dottie every evening and at the weekends, I’ve actually become more motivated! I’m relishing being in an office with people. Plus you know, I needed new shoes.
Let’s skip this one shall we…
Man. Am I the only person who loves Benidorm as much I do? I JUST LOVE IT! It’s silly, it’s ridiculous, but it’s just good old fashioned british comedy, with spot on observations.
I’ve made my husband start decorating our kitchen/dining/day room area. It’s nothing major, just in need of a bit of a spruce up. It’s only taken a year of convincing. We started off with him saying it was fine, then that maybe the ‘feature wall’ could be updated, and in the end he’s finally come round and agreed we’ll paint the entire room. Mainly because the paint was reduced to £10 a pot! I will let you know when it’s done!!
Like I said… I’ve been in the office so not just jeans this week! Most photos taken without makeup and hair done so excuse the general untidiness of the room.
Oh and the general mess!
I can’t run. This makes me grumpy. So I have to do SOMETHING. Therefore Larry and I have started doing the 30 day shred (I say Larry is doing it, he did part of day 1, the second day he just watched and today I haven’t done yet!) so I am hearing “YOU CAN’T PHONE THAT IN!” and “IF YOU WANT RESULTS YOU GOTTA WORK HARRRDDD” “LOOK AT ANITA!” Every.Single.Day.
I posted this on Instagram the other day.
Everyday I see something on my instagram feed or facebook, or twitter, that reminds me how amazing my mummy friends – real life and virtual – are. No matter what they’re doing, SAH, WFH, WFO, they’re working their socks off to fit everything in. It’s knackering being a mummies, it’s filled with daily guilt and of course frustrations when THEY JUST WON’T GET BLOODY DRESSED FOR SCHOOL.
So for #FizzFriday I’m raising a glass to all mummy’s who just keep going.