So… a couple of nice weeks off work end tomorrow 🙁
In addition to the normal work dread, I managed to burn my hand with my hair straighteners. Which hurts. I found my missing work ID (which has only taken 12 weeks), so at least I’ll fit in a bit more.
For our last family day (and first one of this year) we went to a trampoline park. Which was better than I expected! Big Kids had fun, and they even brought out some baby toys for the little one.
But at least I got to colour in when I got home
The quote is Sam Baker, in case you didn’t know…
Or they’re bad.
It’s funny how you think/feel like you’re starting to get somewhere with something and then someone comes along and replaces that feeling with destroyed self confidence and a little bit of betrayal.
Today, I am powered by kalms and chamomile tea. And I’ve managed to have a bath and listen to two albums, whilst all the while neglecting the blank piece of paper and pen on the table. And now I’m here instead. The last few days have been just as rubbish.
So, should I give up, or stand up and fight?
I’m not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.