Yesterday was a good day. A really good day. In a completely insignificant kind of way but one of those days where I collapsed in a heap at ten at night and thought I’ve got this, you know? At a time when everything is changing for our family, there will undoubtedly be not so good days around the corner. So recording the good ones, no matter how insignificant they must seem to anyone else, seems like a good idea.
My blog at its heart, has always been about recording the tiny minutiae of life. The little things that might be forgotten in time. And now, when I have even less time than ever it seems even more important. I know that diary type blogging like this doesn’t really exist much anymore. It all died a death about the same time that everyone started looking for their niche and talking about themselves as a brand I guess. And yes, I know that it probably won’t be of much interest to anyone but me. But I make no apologies for being a blogging dinosaur.
So on Sunday I had a whole day induction for my new job and it already feels like a million years ago. In all honesty I found it completely overwhelming and I came home and burst into tears. Getting back out there into the big wide world after eleven years at home is hard. I mean, even harder than I thought it would be. But I cried a thousand tears, gave myself a pep talk then went for my first proper day at work on Monday. It might not sound brave to you but it felt really bloody brave to me. It’s never easy being the new girl of course and I was pretty much thrown into the deep end but do you know what? I loved it. I mean, really really loved it. I was exhausted at the end of the day and missed my babies (and Mr Mostly) like absolute crazy but I had the best time, reinforcing just how much I need this little job after all.
So yesterday, I felt on such a high after that brilliant first proper day at work. It was my day off which in itself sounds like such a novelty! Ha! The kids are off school this week of course which means that technically, it was the opposite of a day off. We all know that being at home is where the real hard work begins. But somehow we managed to get my eldest daughter to her college interview in Leeds by 9am, do a quick Aldi shop while we waited for her, picked her back up again before going out to buy much needed sensible work shoes for me (black patent loafers and the first pair I tried on FYI), home for lunch and a play, zapped my emails including a very exciting one to my potential editor (EDITOR!) about something very exciting indeed (don’t worry – I will spill the beans the minute there is real news to tell!), we built a den using every cushion in the house, made brownies, cleaned the kitchen within an inch of its life as they baked, sat down for a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner of steak pie and mushy peas à quatre (our eldest two deserted us for proper plans unlike us sad old unmarrieds) caught up on blog admin, wrote up a review and in between all that I somehow managed to get through three loads of laundry – all washed, dried, ironed and put away.
But I did all that (and probably more besides) with a smile on my face knowing that everything is going to be just fine. I’ve got this.
And today? Today is another one of those day off things for me so we will put on our wellies and eat cake in a National Trust tea room. I’ve totally got this.