And Then It Is 2020
Happy New Year. Another year over and a new one begun..... does time speed up as you get older? Is it a sign of a good life? Did I bite off more than I could possibly chew? Where did 2019 go?
Questions questions......
It's Friday night, 3rd (dry) January and I came back from England with what feels like the flu, minus the sniffles. Fever, hot and cold, absolutely zero energy. Can't sleep at night, then can't get up in the morning.... it always seems to hit me after a week back in the UK. It has nothing at all to do with the weather and everything to do with me hammering my body with white bread, pork, any kind of alcohol and very little fresh fruit and vegetables. After wasting eight hundred pounds on an upgrade, drinking lovely champers, followed by gorgeous, but very very heavy (oaky) Chardonnay, I could taste the headache. Wow, it was a hum-dinger of a migraine! It lasted three days and left me feeling weak and sorry for myself.
My grandiose plans for 'me time' (vom - I hate to hear parents say that, I don't know why, it just grates on me) and catching up with friends and a civilised New Years Eve were stomped on by my pathetic illness. I don't do 'ill' - no time, bla bla bla. I've tried my best to embrace it, listen to my body, rest and all that, but I'm really not very good at it. I have however, overdosed on trashy chick-flicks and burned some lovely smelly candles.
Although I've had two weeks off, my laptop has followed my around like a faithful lap dog (excuse the pun) and a day hasn't passed that it hasn't been switched on. Clients and boss alike couldn't give a shi* if it's an evening, weekend or holiday. I'll be handing round copies of Don't They Know It's Friday to everyone who has contacted me about work in the last fourteen days! I know I'm my own worst enemy and I could just refuse to pick up the phone, but there's the small (huge) issue of our regional office being terribly understaffed and me not being able to hand over to anyone during the break. That's life, but sometimes I think that there has to be more to life than this, and one has to be able to switch off from work; if not, maybe it's the wrong job......
Ten months left of the MBA and counting! It's seriously tough and I'm just managing to juggle all the balls with the course, although I'm sure I'd be getting more A's if I had a less demanding job and had more time to focus on the study. It's harder than I expected but I had a pretty good idea that it was going to be difficult to manage the amount of hours. I'm keeping my head above water (just) and I can't wait for October to come around. I must say though, for the record, it's tremendously interesting and I'm really really enjoying it. God help the spouses and partners of people that do an MBA! Silver lining and all that #singlemum.
Anyway enough of all that bollo*ks, my boy is home tonight, in less than two hours, he will be landing at Hamad International Airport to give me a cardboard hug and a brush on my cheek air kiss if I'm lucky. My beautiful teenager is very 'teeny' just now. He's a good boy, and a sweet kid but puberty is hitting full force and all kinds of things are going on with his body and mind. It's a tough one to weather on your own, but even tougher for him. Together we will get there #justthetwoofus.
Loves xx
Questions questions......
It's Friday night, 3rd (dry) January and I came back from England with what feels like the flu, minus the sniffles. Fever, hot and cold, absolutely zero energy. Can't sleep at night, then can't get up in the morning.... it always seems to hit me after a week back in the UK. It has nothing at all to do with the weather and everything to do with me hammering my body with white bread, pork, any kind of alcohol and very little fresh fruit and vegetables. After wasting eight hundred pounds on an upgrade, drinking lovely champers, followed by gorgeous, but very very heavy (oaky) Chardonnay, I could taste the headache. Wow, it was a hum-dinger of a migraine! It lasted three days and left me feeling weak and sorry for myself.
My grandiose plans for 'me time' (vom - I hate to hear parents say that, I don't know why, it just grates on me) and catching up with friends and a civilised New Years Eve were stomped on by my pathetic illness. I don't do 'ill' - no time, bla bla bla. I've tried my best to embrace it, listen to my body, rest and all that, but I'm really not very good at it. I have however, overdosed on trashy chick-flicks and burned some lovely smelly candles.
Although I've had two weeks off, my laptop has followed my around like a faithful lap dog (excuse the pun) and a day hasn't passed that it hasn't been switched on. Clients and boss alike couldn't give a shi* if it's an evening, weekend or holiday. I'll be handing round copies of Don't They Know It's Friday to everyone who has contacted me about work in the last fourteen days! I know I'm my own worst enemy and I could just refuse to pick up the phone, but there's the small (huge) issue of our regional office being terribly understaffed and me not being able to hand over to anyone during the break. That's life, but sometimes I think that there has to be more to life than this, and one has to be able to switch off from work; if not, maybe it's the wrong job......
Ten months left of the MBA and counting! It's seriously tough and I'm just managing to juggle all the balls with the course, although I'm sure I'd be getting more A's if I had a less demanding job and had more time to focus on the study. It's harder than I expected but I had a pretty good idea that it was going to be difficult to manage the amount of hours. I'm keeping my head above water (just) and I can't wait for October to come around. I must say though, for the record, it's tremendously interesting and I'm really really enjoying it. God help the spouses and partners of people that do an MBA! Silver lining and all that #singlemum.
Anyway enough of all that bollo*ks, my boy is home tonight, in less than two hours, he will be landing at Hamad International Airport to give me a cardboard hug and a brush on my cheek air kiss if I'm lucky. My beautiful teenager is very 'teeny' just now. He's a good boy, and a sweet kid but puberty is hitting full force and all kinds of things are going on with his body and mind. It's a tough one to weather on your own, but even tougher for him. Together we will get there #justthetwoofus.
Loves xx
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| At the Liverpool match a couple of weeks ago! |
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