Torby and I ditched our social responsibilities today and stayed at home. I ditched my domestic duties and had naps on the couch. It was delightful.
We at casa de huntington-smyth have had a fairly full couple of weeks culminating in last weekend of afternoon teas, dinners, Mothers group combined birthday parties and having house invaded by nearly homeless people and friends for pizza and beer. All very lovely, but not very condusive (sp?) to sleep and rest and routines and happy babies.
That's all fixed now. He did his favourite pattern of two hours awake, two hours asleep. I had naps on the couch, we ate own body weight of watermelon and apples. It was t'riffic.
Now house looks even more like a brothel (well, one filled with childrens toys, which is all a bit too icky for me) than normal, with a fine layer of toys throughout the rooms and the kitchen floor covered in discarded bits of sandwich and crackers. So yes, I'll spend a goodly portion of the this evening just getting back to almost liveable but it was worth it for I have slept!
Memo 1 There is a certain type of person who walks up to you at work and asks 'what do you do?' Not 'Hello, my name is Pratty McTool, I've just started here, which section do you work in', or even just 'Hi, my name is Pratty McTool, how are you'. No we go for straight for the 'what do you do' line. You know the type I'm talking about. One of them has just started on this floor. I'm not in a pleasant mood today. It wasn't pretty.
Memo 2 One of the (many and varied) things I do at work is run a report that lists everyone who has taken excessive sick leave. Oh the glamour of working down the salt mines (tm)
I then attach a letter to it the bosses and wait for them to come back to say that the person needs to produce certificates for sick leave for next 6mths or if it's all fine and there's a good reason for their leave. This report is not something I personally have control over. It's generated by the system. So, if your boss had had a quiet chat to you about your sick leave, would you;
a) accept that you may need to be careful in the near future and not take it personally. or b) bitch and moan loudly for the next 30minutes that you are being persecuted and demand that my boss speaks to me regarding this issue as you are being singled out and what business do I have querying your sick leave anyway.
I have a day off. Yes a real live day off. No child, no going to the salt mines tm. yay for me!!!! This post is going to serve as my to-do list for today
make batch of food for torby do at least one load of washing potter around and get the house a little bit cleaner than before look up details of stuff near shoalhaven (we're going there for the weekend to throw the little one in the ocean and see what happens!!) watch tape of boston legal from last night have a lovely nap plan menu for this week plan new burgundian for yule feast collect torby from daycare do a little bit of actual work to contribute to my 'work from home wednesday' hours check work emails make dinner (spanish chicken with roasted corn salsa, thanks so much for asking) trot down to westfield this evening to see devil wears prada with she who must not be named. go to sleep!
now, if anyone has something thats actually fun to do, please let me kno. Other than the nap and the seeing the movie, I really could cheerfully procrastinate!
.....with illicit mulberry juice. No, that's not a euphemism for anything, although it should be. One street across from us has a block of flats with a ginormous mulberry tree in the front yard. I figure that as it hangs over the footpath and the bottom of my shoes get stained by fallen and squished berries, I'm entitled to some mulberry goodness. I stopped there on my way back from the station and gorged myself. So yummy and soooo purple. Mmmmmmmm