Just before I launch into my daily spiel, I just need to set something straight. I am not some big wig powerbroker in pinstripe. Oh my goodness. The thought of me in a suit? YIKES! The only suit I have ever owned is by Aussie designer Marnie Skillings - and it's all sorts of awesome. And it ain't pinstripe. Or even a suity suit. I look ridiculous in suiting and shirts. You will most likely never see me in a shirt because a) I hate ironing and b) I just look so silly in anything of that nature. I'm look a wolf in sheep's clothing. Like a wolf in grandma's nightdress. I just look stoopid. With a really hairy nose.
Anyway, I am just checking in to let you know that this week has been good. But hard. If I was single, it would be a breeze, but factor in two small children, my goodness, so hard - and particularly for them.
I don't leave the office until around 5:30pm and don't get to pick them up until past 6pm. It's such a long day for my little poppets. I feel bad. Really bad. But they have been really exceptional, and I feel so proud of my little family this week. We've kept everything really, really simple, and in a slow, tired kind of way, it's working.
We've only got to stumble through four weeks of life like this until - ta-dah! Matt is going to switch-a-roo with me and look after the smalls. Which is a massive relief for me as we all know how bad I am leaving the small fry with babysitters. Super bad.
I'll say it again just for kicks. Matt is going to be Mr Mum. That is such a dodgy title. Sorry Matt. I had to put something cheesy in here to keep my readers dosed up on proteiny-dairy goodness. Ya dig?!
Anyway - one more thing to report back - yesterday I realised something really, super great. Something life changing. Lego is right near my new work. I mean HELLO! All Christmases have come at once. Well they will once I get my forklift license and get the heck into that warehouse. HOLA!