I know, I should write something. It’s been a while.
But to be honest I’m just TOO TIRED!
I was up until stupid o’clock last night writing a ‘Capabilites presentation’ for a potential client which, while it didn’t actually make me any money, did give me a sense of tremendous self-importance given I’ve not really done much of that kind of thing for a bit.
When they first asked me to give the ‘Capabilities presentation’ I was actually a bit confused. Was I supposed to show them how I can make a cup of tea, comfort an inconsolable toddler, issue instructions on how to find a lost brush for My Little Pony and make interested, supportive comments on an academic paper all at the same time as I’m straightening my hair and mentally assessing what we have in the fridge?
That’s pretty fucking amazing, if you ask me.
Much cleverer than what I do with my machines that go ping.
But probably not what the CEO of this agency wanted to see. So I fiddled about with Powerpoint and surreptitiously sidled over to Facebook and Twitter once in a while until finally the birds were chirping and I realised that I had better go to bed because I was making things worse, not better.
This morning I had another look at what I’d done and I was rather pleased with the end result, so I sent it off, checked with the agency that it all worked properly at the other end and fingers crossed the meeting will go well.
What I’d really like to do now is have a nap and daydream about the money I might make if any actual work comes of this, but instead I am looking after Two who is quite grumpy, and Five will be home soon. I also have disgusting hair and I need a cup of tea, plus Husband needs to talk to me about something he’s doing at work so in actual fact I will be doing that other ‘Capabilities presentation’.
Right here at home, without an audience or pay on about two hours sleep.
I bet you’ve done that, right? There are millions of us doing it every day.
We’re all fucking amazing. Hats off to us, ladies.
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Well done for finishing it. Know how you feel; my last few weeks has consisted of trying to fit in copywriting jobs with supermarket shopping, cooking boys’ dinners, organising birthday parties and ferrying them around to swimming and acting classes. But it does give me a real sense of achievement when I finish something; you know you’ve worked that much harder to get it done.
.-= nappyvalleygirl´s last blog ..Would you seriously go on Supernanny? =-.
Even better is when you are able to ‘doze’ gracefully on the tube and not forget to get off at the right stop, thus making up for the lost hours of sleep.
Or something like that. Actually no idea except that my head did not loll, I did not rest on the next passenger’s shoulder, and wasn’t drooling like a baby.
And I ‘think’ I still looked vaguely presentable.
Am yet to pass a mirror.
LCM x
.-= London City Mum´s last blog ..For the love of gardening =-.
You are so right, I did know only half of the dark and dirty truth.
My constant tiredness drove me into an addiction of eye drops. Dunno how this happened, but I just can’t live without it anymore. You should try it.
.-= Metropolitan Mum´s last blog ..Malnourished Monday #18 – Fake your way to self esteem =-.
love it- hear hear! you *are* effin’ amazing, MTFF. as for me, i do get a lot of “but you dont have any kids, what responsibilities do you have?” from Pakistan. erm, i dont have fifty maids and drivers and cooks like you. hrmph (wouldnt mind some, mind you). x shayma
.-= shayma´s last blog ..Spiced Glazed Carrots in the Pakistani Manner =-.
Between a trapped nerve that is causing so much pain I can’t sleep, and a new dog who basically can’t be left on her own for long – I am both knackered and behind with everything. I keep trying to tell myself that it doesn’t matter but when it annoys me so much, it obviously does matter. Aarrgghh!
.-= Expat Mum´s last blog ..Mae West – handing over her crown. =-.
No doubt fucking amazing! Also raises the prickly question: do the increasing “equal opportunities” we’re afforded in the world beyond domesticity = liberation or increasing burden?
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