Well another failure morning at work with my daughter! Again I ended up bawling with her in my office, only this time I felt so distress that I couldn't hide it from my work mates (or my son who saw me later with more tears in my eyes and asked his usual question "Mum, are you happy, sad or grumpy?" "What do you think!" I declared back. Sorry son.) Work mates were lovely and took my daughter for a while so I could get some work done. In the end I did bite the bullet and talk to my boss and they want to help so have given me the weekend to come up some options to make it work. Our thinking caps on and we have a couple ideas.
At times I envy my mums generation that were able to stay at home and focus on their kids, doing the hardest job but the most rewarding and being able to give it 100% guilt free of most financial pressures.
Never mind we will work it out and I will try to control the tears and push through with a brave face, bring on Monday.
On a high note enjoyed Miranda the other night "plunge" is my new favourite word and my son thinks its so funny, not sure if its me or the sound of the word.
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